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nocturnal_dalle:
Bibi's right. Hey, I didn't go to college right away because I was sick of my dad controlling my life. So I waited and financed it w/student loans later by myself. I'm stubborn. You can retake the class up to 2 or 3 times and they give you the best of the grades usually. They just want your money. It's your life, not your parents. I have been late all of my life. I can't remember to pay my bills on time. I can't sleep at night or get up in the morning. Only certain things motivate me. What you need to do is think REALLY hard about what motivates you. And plan on finding a way to make money doing that. Be realistic of course, but there has to be something people will pay you to do that you can get happy about and be on time for. And who cares what anyone thinks about what type of job it is. As long as you're happy and it pays the bills. I've gone in circles all of my life. Always hated/mistrusted doctors/therapists/psychiatrists. I found one I love and you know she's good to me. I'm living in a world that does things a certain way that I'm not naturally wired to do them in. Therefore I have to relearn how to do things or take drugs like concerta to help. Or I can take my skills/talents that THEY don't have and put them to use and do something that comes naturally to me. Something I'm better at than they are. Maybe we're the security guards or night workers of the world. Hit women?
crisis counselors, blood drawers, morticians, etc. of the world. You need to decide if you're going to try hard to work on fitting in to their system by reprogramming your brain. Or if you are going to find a way to live the way you are by searching for where you fit best. Those are your choices. I can tell my self I am a failure till I want to die, but I am really only a failure at something I wasn't meant to do. The challenge is to find what I AM meant to do. That's the hardest part. No one said life was easy.
bibibabies3:
I know what ya mean. My parents don't understand that their comments are snide, horrible things, rather they didn't till I blew up at them. I guess sometimes people need to be yelled at to get it into their heads...