Post What's on Your Mind

[Jason]

Nah, my dad tells me that all the time, but then again, I give zero fucks about him, so y'know...

 

[coyotecraft]

I've been working on a research project pro bono while I study for my Pathology Residency test. I told my dad I was excited about the possibility of building an app to help local pregnant women and that it would be good for my CV. He told me it was a waste of time. Then he sneered at me and told me that I needed to settle down (get into medical residency) like my classmates that are already in residency. It's not like I haven't spent the last two years of my life trying to do that. It really hurts when your dad lets you know you're simply not good enough.

Needless to say, I now feel like crap. :sad:

This is why I don't talk to people about hbgames or anything else about this part of my life. Because they always ask "are you getting paid?" Then I have to shy away "maybe. a little. no."
They'll tell me about a story they read about someone making money from something stupid "You could do that"
*sigh*

 

[StrawberrySmiles]

My dad actually has no position to talk to me about things like that.

He's currently doing nothing with his life, except writing books. He's never sold one, so...

Though, I believe he supports me in all my endeavors anyway.

 

[Juan J. Sánchez]

This is why I don't talk to people about hbgames or anything else about this part of my life. Because they always ask "are you getting paid?" Then I have to shy away "maybe. a little. no."
They'll tell me about a story they read about someone making money from something stupid "You could do that"
*sigh*

Dad only cares about two things: money and success. He wants me to have both. He was very poor when growing up, so I can see why he's so obsessed about money. He's also extraordinarily smart. He had full scholarships throughout high school and college. He has three medical specialties and he's also a pharmacologist. He thinks I'm the smartest of all my siblings, which is why he puts so much pressure on me. That, however, is very daunting, since my siblings are a psychiatrist, a gynaecologist-oncologist, and an expert in environmental law.

I know he means good, but he's so miserable. I don't want to be like him but I'm miserable too. Perhaps, I'm too much like him, except for the gifted part.

I'm also the most messed up member of the family. I see a psychiatrist once a month, which has helped me, but I keep doing stupid and dangerous things to jeopardise my future. For example, in the past two years I've nearly killed myself driving drunk... twice. I don't know why I do these things other than being a suicidal idiot.

My dad actually has no position to talk to me about things like that.

He's currently doing nothing with his life, except writing books. He's never sold one, so...

Though, I believe he supports me in all my endeavors anyway.

Seems like we're at opposite ends of the spectrum. Do you wonder how things would be at the other end? I do.

 

[Mega Flare]

He doesn't even lift bro... just sits there and sweats while watching people lift weights and use the treadmills...

Been going to the gym for about a year and a half now. Down to 280 pounds from 340

 

[bacon]

This is why I don't talk to people about hbgames or anything else about this part of my life. Because they always ask "are you getting paid?" Then I have to shy away "maybe. a little. no."
They'll tell me about a story they read about someone making money from something stupid "You could do that"
*sigh*

Dad only cares about two things: money and success. He wants me to have both. He was very poor when growing up, so I can see why he's so obsessed about money. He's also extraordinarily smart. He had full scholarships throughout high school and college. He has three medical specialties and he's also a pharmacologist. He thinks I'm the smartest of all my siblings, which is why he puts so much pressure on me. That, however, is very daunting, since my siblings are a psychiatrist, a gynaecologist-oncologist, and an expert in environmental law.

I know he means good, but he's so miserable. I don't want to be like him but I'm miserable too. Perhaps, I'm too much like him, except for the gifted part.

I'm also the most messed up member of the family. I see a psychiatrist once a month, which has helped me, but I keep doing stupid and dangerous things to jeopardise my future. For example, in the past two years I've nearly killed myself driving drunk... twice. I don't know why I do these things other than being a suicidal idiot.

My dad actually has no position to talk to me about things like that.

He's currently doing nothing with his life, except writing books. He's never sold one, so...

Though, I believe he supports me in all my endeavors anyway.

Seems like we're at opposite ends of the spectrum. Do you wonder how things would be at the other end? I do.

you need to change your life and do what you want to do. I hear you wanting to proceed in the medical field, but is it something you want to do for the rest of your life?

it also sounds like you are living with you parents again? that never sounded like a safe secure environment to begin with. no wonder you are abusing drugs if all you hear is how much better you can be doing.

ultimately you need to put yourself in a place you want to be. I know you've put a ton of work in your career path already, but has it made you happy or caused grief? I know you have the work ethic, but maybe you should apply your time to other endeavors.

it's also really easy for me to judge and form opinions. I hope your situation get better regardless of what you do.

 

[bacon]

success isn't valued in gold or women or diplomas. it's based on whether or not you are happy. your dad sounds like an awarded and smart guy, but he doesn't sound like a happy guy who enjoys his life. I would never consider that successful.

 

[Ellie]

I'm unhappy and unsuccessful! :D

 

[StrawberrySmiles]

I'm unhappy and unsuccessful! :D

 

[bacon]

) :

 

[Xilef]

I'm unhappy and unsuccessful! :D

EDIT: What I do have is the means to control my life, which is my most valuable asset in my opinion. I have very few obligations, I've worked hard enough to get into a comfortable financial situation and I'm living at home still so my expenses are very few.

I think if you have control over your life you can work towards happiness and success. That's what I want to believe anyway.

 

[Byron]

I'm unhappy and unsuccessful! :D

But look at that beautiful smile.

 

[Ellie]

The smile is a lie. :sad:

 

[Byron]

The smile is a lie. :sad:

It's rare that any smile isn't a lie. All that matters is that it's beautiful.

 

[Xilef]

You are all beautiful smiles inside and those beautiful smiles have touched the child that is inside everyone you smile at

 

[Ellie]

Done some back-end work for my game. You can now login via Steam, Facebook and various other social networks.

Haven't done much else.

 

[Byron]

It's progress!
I've been working on some super simple sprites. Also getting on really well with this book on Python. I'm enjoying it. Trying to do a little bit each day but I haven't kept it daily. I will say I've been reading it regularly though.

 

[StrawberrySmiles]

I keep saying that while I wait on Disability, I'm going to turn one of my hobbies of art, storytelling, game-making, etc. into something more serious to make money one day.

And I'm failing.

I don't know why. o.o

 

[Juan J. Sánchez]

it also sounds like you are living with you parents again? that never sounded like a safe secure environment to begin with. no wonder you are abusing drugs if all you hear is how much better you can be doing.

It's common in Latin-american cultures to live with your parents until your married. But I do know what you're saying. I do like Medicine, and I wouldn't want to do anything else.

In other news, I got absolutely shitfaced tonight. I went to see the symphonic orchestra. I saw the Costa Rican president and an ex-president. Then I did somethings which I'm not completely proud of. And I had a great time. God bless alcohol.

 

[Spoo]

Alabama's springs and winters suck. It was about forty degrees this morning; my car's windshield was frosted over and I was bundled up in three layers. Then I exit my work building to a pleasant seventy-two. Rather, it would have been pleasant if I wasn't sweating my ass off in a ton of clothing.

I'm not terribly picky about weather, but I like consistency throughout the day, at least. I currently have three different kinds of jackets in the back of my car and an emergency pair of long johns in case mother nature loses her mind in the middle of March with a snowstorm like last year.