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Date: April 27, 2017 01:04AM
,furthering my education, finding out a way to fix my shit transcript from BYU after having resigned from the church (I think too early for my tastes).
I'm thinking about other majors I could have chosen besides English. I'm thinking about what graduate programs I could get into and maybe still save an itch I have to be a scientist. Bar that, I'm thinking about what graduate programs I could get into with English credits.
How to pay for it? No idea. Still paying down loans from BYUI as fast as I can.
But, I have this sense of restlessness that I can't get away from. I'm getting older. Life is changing. I feel under-accomplished. Mormonism took up so much of my brain activity for so long, and now that's its gone and the whole world has opened up to me... I really really wish I had gotten a different kind of college experience. I still want to learn. I want to become good at something. I want a profession where I can learn new things every day and solve problems in a field that interests me.
But I still have some terrible anxiety, especially in the work place. I got some reassurance from an old TBM friend today that he has always admired my mind. We haven't really talked since shortly after I got back from my mission. He got married and I went off to college.
My anxiety is triggered by people sometimes. But when I have a purpose or a script, my anxiety is swallowed up in my interests. I can talk to people. I may still be an introvert, but I know how to talk to people when I'm able to forget about myself and just dive into something interesting.
My anxiety makes working hard, because when extreme tedium or boredom hits, especially when coworkers or the manager is hovering over me, and I am not allowed to be distracted, the stress wells up inside me and my mind gets stuck on negative thought-loops. Pest control may pay crap, but it's a job where half the time I am driving and the other half I can listen to podcasts or live feeds on my phone while working.
But, the work itself leaves me deeply unfulfilled. I went to college to try and get out of this, and now I'm back in it. Only now, I've gone and blown up the avenues the church could have afforded me and strained my relationship with most of my family and friends by blabbing about my apostasy. If I go to school again, this time I'm going to be completely on my own financially. It's not looking great.
Doing something I find fulfilling is very important to me. And I'm not done with the college environment. Reading science articles on my FB feed and listening to podcasts only scratches the itch. I need immersion. I have an insatiable curiosity about many, many things.
Perhaps I wouldn't do too bad at a teaching job. I know the stress is high and an introvert would find himself extremely taxed. But, maybe if I teach the right subject, my interest in it and my love of being in a learning environment would offset these things. The only thing I have ever found that can make me feel normal in conversation with others is when I am passionate about the subject. I overcame my anxiety well enough to serve a mission for this church, because I used to love the gospel and the scriptures. They were everything to me, and I had to share them. I studied them more than any of the other elders I served with. I could do circles around the other missionaries when we were teaching, and those were the parts of my mission that made me happy. The rest of it was anxiety and depression, usually over making the most of my limited time and wishing I had companions who would let me work harder, but I loved studying, teaching, and making new connections.
My 'descent' into atheistic thought felt like an extension of that same pattern of study and intriguing connection-making that I had always had. I'm sad that I ever mentioned the word 'atheist' to anyone, but no sooner had I done so than many people seemed to stop talking to me. That wasn't what I wanted. My atheism is for me, and I don't need to convert anyone to it. I just want the stimulating, thought-provoking interactions with people I used to have.
Maybe I should teach in some capacity. I know I'm introverted, but I have this drive to rise above it. I crave the company and good feelings of other people in spite of my desire to be alone sometimes. I think it's called ambiversion. Maybe I could study something in grad school and then if I settled into a teaching career, I think I could get by just fine. It would be a life worth living for me, given any number of subjects. I respected and adored so many of teachers, growing up. I'm addicted to the life of the mind and being an informed citizen of a democracy and all that liberal crap.
Rambling thought process over.