The feeling of not knowing...

I’ve got one of THOSE personalities. You know, those personalities that can’t stick to one thing for too long. Sticking with one thing for a long period of time causes me to get bored of it and makes it become an arduous activity.

This applies to all; activities, ideas, careers, men and even down to the smallest of daily routines. When I was younger, I wanted to be a cop. Well, that didn’t work out and I can excuse this as a feat of childish dreaming.  

Then during high school, I was introduced to the world of Manga which I loved so much. I wanted to be a Manga Artist, even drawing out Manga in all different genres. This career died when I realised, I couldn’t draw that well and that I hated Japanese at Uni. It was at this time that I loved to learn Japanese in High School, I felt I excelled in this subject compared to any other subject. I realised that I would go to Japan and teach English, all the while becoming fluent in the language. This interest was again lost because Japanese @ Uni killed it. Here I got reacquainted with a Primary school Crush, Mr.D, who I thought I’d have a fairytale relationship with. THAT ended so quickly before the relationship even started. Short story – I got bored with him because 1) he was a mummy’s boy 2) he was a nerd 3) we saw each other like TWICE in 4 months and that was with friends. Boring.

Then during my Uni days, I decided to become a Make Up Artist and took a 6month long course that costed my parents an arm and a leg. It was awesome, completed some fashion shows and Make overs. I even found a job as a Beauty consultant at Myers, which was fun for a while until I realised what it actually was. Sales. It was purely – sell this person what they need and therefore force them to buy what they do not need. Lie and cheat to make your target. Do it… or be replaced. This killed THIS career path… I may someday reignite the flame for Make Up Artistry but never as a sales consultant.

HR was my next terminal. I wondered what I could do, which was not much really. I’m not smart enough to be a doctor, not skilled enough to manage accounts and not time efficient enough to be a PA. HR was logical. I can communicate to people. Its been 7 months, and I feel over it already.

So with 23 years of life under my belt, and which all these people around me who know what they want to be, want to do, want to achieve in life… am I the only one out there who doesn’t know?

Am I destined to be a floater?