domedune
the stars will aid my escape
- Dec 18, 2019
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I've started seriously thinking about college applications. Like most people, I want to get into the "best" schools. Like most people, I probably won't.
With my social anxiety as well as other conditions, I eventually stopped participating in formal extracurriculars unless forced. In Junior or Senior year was when I started trying to escape my mom. I went to the hospital for suicidal ideation. My mom and the intake person mocked me and my father and I was sent home. My mother and her friends kept me awake, mocking me and saying I was faking, in the guise of protecting me from myself. Eventually I was given the legal right to stay with my father and go to a new school. During the long process of trying to escape, due to the stress, I had given up trying to get good grades and resigned to going to a community college. I used to care about prestige but eventually I had no securities about going to a community college and to this day I don't regret it.
However, as I approach the end of my associate's degree, I'm thinking hard about how I will market myself to four-year institutions. My extracurriculars range from sparsely engaged with to unimpressive to potentially offensive (sometimes all three, like my participation here ). This is a problem, as I'm putting my self-worth into prestige again. Some of my worries are valid: I want to get the best education possible, so this is something I should be concerned about, even if said concern causes me stress. But a lot of the stress I'm causing myself is grossly insecure.
I am having more dreams about old classmates, and when I wake I have fantasized about meeting them at my dream university (not Ivy League but still very competitive). They would be attending Wherever U and I would be attending my cool school, which would show them I'm hot shit. I'm setting myself up for disappointment with fantasies like this. But fantasies about dick measuring with old classmates have been relatively easy to dismiss.
One of my current friends is going to an Ivy League. I didn't used to envy them. I was proud of them when they got accepted. But, we aren't such good friends anymore, we disagree on a lot of things, and sometimes, their attitude repulses me. They are exceptional. They're motivated, intelligent, charismatic, interesting, politically active... They've seen shit. The school they're going to is probably full of exceptional people like them. With exceptional opportunities and exceptional professors. I want access to a community like that, but I wouldn't be as envious if my friend was who I thought they were.
I used to think they were a great person—someone to trust and emulate. Any envy I would have otherwise felt was replaced with, "Damn, this person deserves it." But now that I know who they are, I feel sad. Exceptional people waste themselves saying and doing the worst shit, and then there's me. I should have tried harder to be exceptional. I'm not just doing myself a disservice. If had worked harder, maybe I could've been what my role models have failed to be. But I didn't. Even now, I could work harder, but will I?
Do you relate? Do you have insight? Thank you <3
With my social anxiety as well as other conditions, I eventually stopped participating in formal extracurriculars unless forced. In Junior or Senior year was when I started trying to escape my mom. I went to the hospital for suicidal ideation. My mom and the intake person mocked me and my father and I was sent home. My mother and her friends kept me awake, mocking me and saying I was faking, in the guise of protecting me from myself. Eventually I was given the legal right to stay with my father and go to a new school. During the long process of trying to escape, due to the stress, I had given up trying to get good grades and resigned to going to a community college. I used to care about prestige but eventually I had no securities about going to a community college and to this day I don't regret it.
However, as I approach the end of my associate's degree, I'm thinking hard about how I will market myself to four-year institutions. My extracurriculars range from sparsely engaged with to unimpressive to potentially offensive (sometimes all three, like my participation here ). This is a problem, as I'm putting my self-worth into prestige again. Some of my worries are valid: I want to get the best education possible, so this is something I should be concerned about, even if said concern causes me stress. But a lot of the stress I'm causing myself is grossly insecure.
I am having more dreams about old classmates, and when I wake I have fantasized about meeting them at my dream university (not Ivy League but still very competitive). They would be attending Wherever U and I would be attending my cool school, which would show them I'm hot shit. I'm setting myself up for disappointment with fantasies like this. But fantasies about dick measuring with old classmates have been relatively easy to dismiss.
One of my current friends is going to an Ivy League. I didn't used to envy them. I was proud of them when they got accepted. But, we aren't such good friends anymore, we disagree on a lot of things, and sometimes, their attitude repulses me. They are exceptional. They're motivated, intelligent, charismatic, interesting, politically active... They've seen shit. The school they're going to is probably full of exceptional people like them. With exceptional opportunities and exceptional professors. I want access to a community like that, but I wouldn't be as envious if my friend was who I thought they were.
I used to think they were a great person—someone to trust and emulate. Any envy I would have otherwise felt was replaced with, "Damn, this person deserves it." But now that I know who they are, I feel sad. Exceptional people waste themselves saying and doing the worst shit, and then there's me. I should have tried harder to be exceptional. I'm not just doing myself a disservice. If had worked harder, maybe I could've been what my role models have failed to be. But I didn't. Even now, I could work harder, but will I?
Do you relate? Do you have insight? Thank you <3