Yesterday, I spent some time considering whether I would enjoy being a member of the police force. The day before, I spent time listening to Star Fucking Hipsters, belting out “in every single town, every officer is down. All dead police! All dead police!” Discord much?
I don’t remember what I like, anymore. Or, perhaps, the reasons that I have had for liking the things I have liked… have all eroded. School ended on Thursday, and I’ve had 4 days of blissful self-reflection since then. Except, they haven’t been blissful. They’ve been confusing and I’ve been struggling to find something to do with my time.
I’ve stopped writing poetry, I’ve been finding less and less enjoyment in game design, and I’ve been finding less and less enjoyment in my hobbies and pastimes. I feel like my interests have fallen asleep, and I’m not sure how to wake them up.
Every day, my career goals seem to change. And often, they’re targeting professions that I find myself unwilling to interact with in my daily life. I’ve not seen a counsellor of any type for years, and yet I want to be one. I hate university, and yet I’m considering becoming a professor. I have a deep-routed distrust of police officers, and yet I’m wondering if it’d be a job that I’d like.
The nice thing about a void is that you can make some intentional decisions about where to go next, what you want to pursue. The ugly thing is that you don’t have the momentum to start moving in those directions. And I’m unsure how to build that momentum.
How does one go about learning what they like? How does one reconstruct a conception of self? Can it be done mechanically, forced out of the woodwork and intentionally and consciously developed? If so, how? If the process must be organic and self-energized, and cannot be forced, then what can I be doing to give it space?
I feel like there’s a story here, but I’m not sure what it is. I’m confused about what I like, and I’m wondering how to go about constructing an answer. Advice would be greatly appreciated.

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