Hello all, I may not be known here because I have almost exclusively been a lurker on these forums for years and have only recently created an account.
But I'm near my limits and I don't know where else to turn, so I've decided to post this here.
Some background informartion:
I have no physical setbacks,
and I haven't suffered any major depression or mental anguish in my childhood/adolescence.
Now, at 20 years old, attending a state university paid for by my parents I am really starting to have multitudes of feelings that I haven't ever had before.
Over the past few years, I have done a lot of thinking on what it means to 'live', and since then, I believe I slowly become unstable.
I have to admit, I've never been one too interested in academia, but I've always gotten through school decently until recently.
I find myself asking this question a lot: "Is there a point to doing this?"
I find myself asking why I care about fulfilling several conditions outlined by a professor at the beginning of every semester in order to get a grade I don't really care about.
I find myself asking, after that, will I care about fulfilling the conditions outlined by my future employer in order to survive?
What scares me even further is the thought of doing a 9-5 which I may be miserable at for the next five decades.
Quite simply, I guess I lack a purpose in my life.
What is really tearing at me is the fact that my parents are the ones who are paying about $8,000 a semester for my university tuition, and I am squandering it.
If my spiral down continues, my grades may convince me to drop out all together.
I often tell myself, if I had (for lack of a better term) the balls to do so, I would drop out of school to stop wasting my parents money ASAP and find a job to support myself.
One big factor that keeps me from doing so is the FEAR of disappointing my parents. They want me to go the route of bachelors -> masters -> job -> creating a family.
My grades since my first year of college has regressed from a 3.9 to a 2.6 (I am in my second year of university). More importantly, my parents do not even know about my recent poor grades (when asked I say they are 'fine').
Another factor is my fear of the unknown. Because most my age go to university like lemmings,
it is sort of the "default" place to be in life for people my age.
I fear that if I drop out of school and fail to establish myself - having to go back to my parents for help, that I will further compound my parents disappointment in their child.
Somewhat of a "I told ya so" situation.
Reality has hit me like a ton of bricks,
and again, if I had the balls to do so I should already be out of here, because I know that this comfortable lifestyle living in the dormitories will not, should not last.
But I'm scared, primarily for falling short of my parents expectations (which I have already done, but cannot admit to them), and scared that I will fail and end up homeless or in a situation I don't want to be.
I am starting to crack and I know it.
I guess I just want to hear about other's life experiences and where it lead them.
As for the future, something has got to change, and soon.
I do have a premature idea of going to a two year trade school or something of the sort (electrician perhaps?) and work to get myself established to make sure I at least survive in this society before I figure out what I really want in life, but I have no idea where to start.
I also apologize if I come off as a spoiled brat, but the socioeconomic status of my family has never been very "privileged" (all the more why it tears at me so much that my parents are wasting $8,000 on me every semester).
For those who read the whole thing, thanks for your time.
Regards.