queensalanderstark asked: Can you give some advice for a person who dropped out of college, to follow her dream (I want to be a doctor.) But I failed the test I need to take to get in med school (in Brazil) more than 3 times. And today my Mom said to me that when other people ask her what I'm doing... she feels ashamed to say that i'm still studying to get in college. I mean, I'm still nothing. I'm feeling like shit, but I can't give up, but I have the feeling that no one believes that I'll be in med school someday. :/
Nobody has ever been nothing. We are all equally something and some of us are much luckier than others. I was less lucky than I am now for over a quarter of my life, which is something like three quarters of my adult life - I’m not lucky enough to be good at math - my point is, I’ve felt like “nothing” for more waking hours on this planet than I’ve felt like anything.
I’m as bad at giving advice to others as you are at passing that med school test. But believe me, that’s all that test is measuring: your ability to pass it. It is not measuring the type or quality of doctor you might one day be, and it is certainly not measuring your worth as a person. If this is something you honestly want, I would bet you’re going to end up getting it. Or, at the very least, being totally satisfied that you left no stone unturned.
Your Mom is probably just expressing, in that frequently frustrating Mom way, that she’s worried she’s not being a good Mom. She doesn’t want to see you fail, she doesn’t want you to have a bad life, because she’s measuring her abilities as a Mom by your outcomes, same as you’re measuring yourself by this med test. I’m sure being a Mom is harder than being a doctor but I’m also sure the entrance exam was easier. Moms can’t push a button and stop being Moms just because we’ve decided we’re grown up, and the things they say in an attempt to keep “raising” us can get under our skin. But the biggest favor you can do yourself and your Mom (and everyone else) is to be confident about what you want. To know why you want it. Then you have honesty on your side. Then anyone opposing you is opposing the truth, and that’s a bad side to be on in the long run.
I don’t know you, I don’t know you’ll be a perfect doctor, or a doctor at all. There are realities with which to contend. But because reality is inescapable, it’s important that we make a choice, in our heads, to counterbalance reality with things that defy it. Gravity is a reality, but humans fly. The language we’re exchanging, the fillings in our teeth, the pavement on the road outside, everywhere you look, for better or for worse, you’re going to see evidence that accepting reality is not a human’s tendency, and not what we’re good at, and not, in my speculation, what God or Natural Selection hired us to do. We’ve been hired, by this universe, to dream, to aspire, to make things that weren’t real real - and because that involves a lot of failure, we’re damn good at doing that, too.
Without the benefit of details, I say stay the course. I say keep failing. Fall flat on your face, feel every scrape, roll in the dirt and scream in frustration. Tell your mother you love her but the fact is, she either raised a doctor or she raised a girl that’s going to fail, spectacularly, at it, and in either case, she’s done her part. Go fail that test a fourth time. And get it on the fifth. Or sixth. Push this thing to the absolute limit, make them create a new law against your level of desire, make them arrest you for wanting to be a doctor, and when they let you out, run to fail the test again, so that when you’re slipping away from this reality, which could happen at any time, you’re not spending your last moments thinking anything but “well, I did my best.” Also, watch Rick and Morty on Adult Swim in December.
Me and Ty Halley were just Skypi’n when we decided to record our talk for narcissistic reasons. We don’t know where we want to go with this but if it turns out people like this kind of nonsense we’ll be extremely critical of y’all’s taste in entertainment, but we will also probably record more of our conversations in the future.
PART 3/3 - The last of that 24 Hour Comic Day thing! Full disclosure, I messed around with it more after the 24 hours, but everything was written and laid out during the “for realies” time. I just didn’t want to upload something indecipherable. :P
Anyway, hope you liked it!
PART 2/3 - More of that 24 Hour Comic Day thing! Gee whiz, what’s going to happen next?!
PART 1/3 - Oh yeah. You that 24 Hour Comic Day thing? I did one this year too! here are the first ten pages of it!
The tumblr post for a new journal comic in which I’m unfairly sorted into Slytherin. http://journalcomic.com/comic.php?p=332
As much as I enjoyed all the Harry Potter I’ve read, I have to confess the fourth book was actually the last one I finished. By no means did I decide I was done with J.K. after I reached the end of that tome. It was just, by the time the next book came out, reading long-form fiction was making me feel guilty. A TV series or comic would offer the same amount of story info so much quicker, I wouldn’t have to worry I was “wasting time”.
But now I’ll pour over the original scripts for the TV shows I really admire. Studying them even though I obviously already know what’s going to happen in the story. So, one could argue that plan kind of fell through. At least when it comes to saving time. Speaking of which, are the scripts for those HP movies out on the Internet anywhere? Maybe I can get caught up with the Hogwarts gang after all!
Rickard: It's a slow morning, Ty
Rickard: Pay attention to me!
Rickard: DO IT!
Rickard: This is not one of those "ignore him and he'll go away" situations
Rickard: IT'S NOT!
Rickard: It is
Rickard: I'm already bored
Ty: I was in the kitchen refilling my coffee cup...
A new journal comic in which I’m not at all a petty asshole. No. REALLY! http://journalcomic.com/comic.php?p=331
Talking behind someone’s back isn’t something I ever have to worry about when it comes to what I put in my journal comic since it’s public for anyone to read. However, a new issue that’s arisen is that of talking behind whatever quantum physics angle gives a person no physical evidence of existing.
I’m up against this problem because I know absolutely nothing about this new guy Liam is going out with, but I still feel convinced I’m smarter than him. I haven’t even had any quotes relayed second-hand to me, I haven’t seen a photo of him staring off into space blankly. I guess letting that kind of vindictive hunch get the better of facts is pretty stupid of me.
So you have to imagine, how much more dumb must what’s-his-face be? I mean, seriously, Has he even grasped object permanence yet?
A new journal comic in which there is a dog! http://journalcomic.com/comic.php?p=330
I’m obviously experimenting with how/if I post these comics on Tumblr. Just the first panel? Who do I think I am? I dunno. Maybe it’s a lame idea. Anyway, here’s more about the comic…
My guess is that there won’t be many comics which cover Sarah’s exploits, mostly because I almost never draw dogs and found this creature very hard to draw. If she shows up again, expect a stylistic choice along the line of Dinosaur Comics.
I’m fairly certain I’ve discussed my general position on dogs in these essays already, so I won’t bother reiterating. The relationship between Kitten and Sarah has been interesting though. Sarah likes the idea of playing with him, but Kitten keeps going back and forth as to her assessment of this animal’s true intentions.
But for all I know Kitten is right to be weary! Maybe he has deeper incite for dog psychology. They are… closer to the same size, that must count for something!
While I would never go so far as to call myself a “clean person” I wouldn’t ever call myself dirty. But there were certain idiosyncrasies I’d developed with resulting aftermath which might fly in the face of that assertion. For example, I couldn’t throw out anything in the fridge unless I was discarding everything at the same time. In other words, even if I want to toss a carton of expired milk, I can’t do that until I go though the whole fridge and get rid of every empty box of margarine in there. This wouldn’t be a problem except that I don’t often have time to excavate the whole ice-box at once, and I can’t do a bit at a time because… well… a compulsion.
I didn’t actually realize it was a compulsion until I was forced to explain it to Chris, and felt myself getting extremely anxious and emotional as I did so. Until then, I just assumed I was making a choice, and that it’d be easy to make another choice if I wanted to. I didn’t realize how much I depended on that ritual, because there was never a reason to break it. And this of course means, I’ve had some pretty dirty roommates up until now!