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2016-05-03 22:26:22 Post No. 7995675
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2016-05-03 22:26:22
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Seems like I got a, partly, lit-related problem, feel free to harass and insult me if you consider the post inappropriate.
So, I'm struggling with the idea that what I'm occupying myself with (reading, listening to music, watching movies) has become a, albeit temporary - I've dropped out of college twice due to some difficulties maintaining mental stability but haven't given up the will to grant academia another shot but yet - surrogate for an ambitious, self-actualized pursuit of a socially respected career.
And why I may cling to the proposition of being able to somehow integrate those rather recent private interests into a future job, I seem to outright lack the ability to ever be vocal about what I particularly enjoy about reading, listening to music, watching movies etc.
What I feel I'm unattainably removed from, is acquiring the confidence in giving up on the concept that I've got to be able to hold a one hour debate on, for instance, the significance of the political climate Dostoevsky penned C&P in in order to justify my picking up literary studies as a major. To my own bewilderment I consider being under the impression of standing an expert on a topic that one bases one's studies on both absolutely necessary and foolishly presumptuous at the same time.
In short: When settling for a Major, how do I overcome the feeling of being required to be particularly knowledgeable about this field of interest when in fact I can only account for a vague sense of inexplicable wonder but probably would stand small in any factual discussion with my peers?
Pic, it's a swimming pool in Berlin.
