Okay, well I came back from the Inauguration two days ago, and I love the East Coast. Coming back to disgusting LA, I was pretty depressed. And just yesterday, while walking into a disgusting Best Buy store, I just realized what I wanted to do with my life: I want to be a writer. Yes, I know it's hard, but I thought to myself, you know, high school really sucks. Life right now is a huge load to bear. It sucks when there's places you want to be and things you want to do that'll make you happy, but the only thing holding you back is this childish, ambition-dimming, experience called high school. And I figure, you know, if I make it out of this alive and in college, I owe it not only to myself, but to the thousands of kids accross the country, hell, the world that have to go through the same thing. I'm not talking about the kids who just want to smoke and drink all the time; I want to reach those kids who've always wanted to do something grand with their lives, and feel hopeless because all they've been told is "You can't do that." or they've been pretty much forgotten. I think they could be the future leaders of the world if they just had a little pushing. I want to write stories for them. And I figure, if I don't totally lose my mind, get extremely suicidal, or a combination of the two, I'm going for it. It was all so clear for me.
Any other INFJs get this sort of experience? This life-changing realization?
Any other INFJs get this sort of experience? This life-changing realization?