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Post by annie on Jul 14, 2012 15:17:12 GMT -5
people often had different ways of dealing with threats, bullying and all the mean stuff life could sometimes put them through. poppy and joshua were just another example of this. the girl had never quite gotten over the bad moments she had spent in elementary school. she had wished, more often than once, that it would go away and let her live her life. however, after a while, she had started to think that she did not quite have a life at all anymore. after all, could you really call staying in your house all day and doing mostly nothing but reading living? her body was still very alive and her heart was beating, just like any of her peers. her mind had not had the same fate, though. it had died, sealed away in some far off part of poppy’s brain where no one seemed to ever be able to reach it, except from her parents. she had once been a nice poppy, one who was able to have actual conversations with people. now, she had turned into this stuttering mess. it frustrated her so much, but she could not help it. the wall she had built once she had been hurt too many times was not easy to push down to let someone in. and a part of her also did not want to take the risk. some would have fought back. some would have been strong through it all and proven the bullies how good they could be. however, the girl had let herself be beaten down by them and had actually believed almost every word they had ever spoken to her. she nodded slightly at josh’s words, not bothering to say anything since she probably would have not known what to say. for some reason, poppy wished her parents would have pushed her towards some kind of profession that they thought was best for her. after all, they were the only two people in the world who truly knew her, who knew what she’d been through and wanted her to be happy. she certainly did not want to make the choice on her own. it was too difficult for her to attempt to see the future. she knew she wanted to have one. a good one. one in which she would not be this person that she was right now, anymore. she could finally be herself and have fun with life instead of constantly hiding under a rock, literally, in this case. she probably would not have minded if her parents had forced her to take on medical school, or law school, or something as difficult as that. while others might have been mad at their parents for taking such a decision for them, poppy knew that mama and papa knew best. why would she have tried to deny it while trying to pursue some crazy career? it would simply have meant losing her time. unlike josh, she seemed to be unable to be certain of anything. doubts always clouded her mind. they would pursue her through everything, even when she decided what to wear or what to eat in the morning. her father had always been the only one who was able to push those doubts away and make her see clearly what the right choice was. her mother had helped too. so how was she supposed to make such an important decision for her future on her own? right at that moment, she decided that the next time she would meet with her parents, she would have to talk with them about it all. discreetly, she crossed her fingers, hoping that they would really be able to help. i m-mean that i wish i kn-knew what i want to d-do with my life.. she said, chewing on the inside of her cheek and looking at josh. r-right now, it’s just a b-big b-blurry mess. she looked down at her feet once again, playing with the hem of her shirt. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - credit , to me tagged , mister joshua donovan dale, aka the awesome taylor. <3 music , everything on my comp. outfit , clickers, bby.words , SIX SIX FIVE. notes , lololol. and sorry for the waitttt.
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Post by JOSHUA DONOVAN DALE on Jul 15, 2012 21:54:12 GMT -5
He did not understand uncertainty. He could not relate. Sometimes he wondered about the people who were able to so easily empathize with others and put themselves in another's shoes. It was not that he envied them, no, for Joshua rarely felt any sort of envy, it was more that he could not grasp how it was done. He had never been able to comfort a crying person by experiencing their pain, could never look at the world through the eyes of a friend instead of his own. It was not possible for him. At the same time, Joshua was not thick-headed. He knew a thing or two about what passion entailed. He knew how he felt about medicine, after all, and how important it was to him that he should secure a future as a doctor. A lot of people had passions that they simply hadn't discovered yet and still others didn't understand the many options that they had concerning their love.
He shifted slightly, not awkward but more thoughtful as his features took on a contemplative air. He leaned against the cliff wall and took a breath of the chilly air, wondering how to word his thoughts. He could not claim that he had a 'way with words' or any sort of charismatic bragging rights but he did like to sort out his opinions before he allowed them to be heard. Better than babbling and tripping over himself all the time. He did not like to come across as incompetent.
Once he'd gotten things together a little more, he said, "Well... have you given it any serious thought?" He didn't intend to insult her with this question but he had to be sure that she had considered it before on a more intense level. It did not do to say that you had no idea what you wanted from life if you'd never really put a lot of thought into it. He supposed offence could be taken from the words but he never really tried to sugar-coat for the sake of others. He stated what he was thinking, that was that. "You like reading, can you write? Ever thought of being an author? That kind of thing." It was a good idea to centre ones future around ones passions because it made it that much easier to cope with the career in the long run. He supposed that it made 'sense' to become a doctor thanks to the large paycheck you'd eventually be earning but that was not why he wanted to go to medical school at all.
"I want to be a doctor because I like biology, medicine, research," he said. He actually wanted to be a physician-scientist, a doctor/researcher, but he was not going to babble about his aspirations right now. He didn't like to talk too much about himself because it seemed pretentious but he did love talking about medicine and if he wasn't careful he might get carried away and lose the point of the conversation. "I want to find cures for things, you know? Make a difference. It sounds cheesy, but." He stopped his sentence short and shrugged. It might have sounded like something out of a cheesy motivational poster or silly kids movie but he really did want to make his mark on the word. He did not want to be forgotten. History immortalized some people and he wanted to be one of them. "So I guess what I'm saying is... find something you like, go for it. Research the jobs you can get that centre around it." Luckily his had been pretty straightforward. "Or talk to the guidance counsellor, maybe. They could probably help." They did all that 'career advice' bullshit. He wondered how well it actually worked, as he'd never needed it himself.
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