PersistentVeisalgia
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When I was a pre-med, my primary reason for wanting to become a doctor was that I wanted to be more attractive to women. I also wanted to attain a position of respect and prestige. I imagined overhearing strangers at parties going, "Whoa, he's a doctor." I fantasized about women propositioning me just for a chance to one day announce, "My husband's a doctor." I daydreamt about putting "MD" on the license plate of my future Maserati, which I would drive with a beautiful woman sitting alongside me, back and forth from luxurious winetasting sessions. I imagined young nurses swooning as I walked past them in my sexy white coat and hospital scrubs. And while these were my true motivations for pursuing medicine, I continually told myself that I really just wanted to "help people" and that medicine was "my calling." Self-deception is a powerful thing.
To understand my thought process, you have to understand my background. In high school, I was a loser who spent all his free time playing video games and studying. By the end of 12th grade, I vowed to become a different person in college—an outgoing, fun individual who has a lot of friends and dances with women at parties. Well, that didn't pan out. Throughout college, I was still the same loser who just played video games and studied. The one thing that I had going for me was that I was fairly intelligent; I had a high GPA, was a good test-taker, and studied far more than many of my classmates. I worked hard, and I had a good head on my shoulders... and yet I couldn't find any potential romantic partners, nor could I make a lot of close friends. The world owed me a girlfriend and a tightknit social group, and I could only come up with one way to receive what I was owed: medicine. I felt that medicine was the way to convert my intelligence and industriousness into social success. By achieving that "Dr." title and getting those letters after my name, I'd be able to compensate for my social shortcomings and find what I was seeking.
Well, fast forward to today: I graduated medical school last week, and I'll be starting residency soon. With the benefit of hindsight, I can say that I was an imbecile and that I went down this path for all the wrong reasons. I'm still introverted. I'm still socially awkward. I'm still romantically unsuccessful. I'm still unpopular. Now that I don't study at all, I just use up the extra free time by playing video games. Medical school didn't change me as I had hoped, and it didn't improve my life in the ways that I hoped it would. I'm still the same person with the same problems I had before, except I now have six-figure debt and a pre-paved future in a profession that I don't particularly enjoy. If anything, medical school robbed me of a ton of free time that I could have (hypothetically) used to actually improve my social life and dating prospects during the past four years.
Why am I posting this? Because a lot of pre-meds go into medicine for the wrong reasons. A lot of pre-meds think that medicine is a panacea that will compensate for all of their deficits and grant them everything they desire out of life. It's not. It won't make you a winner in the dating game, it won't make you better-looking or funnier or smarter, it won't change your parents' default perception of you, and it won't help you find loyal friends. Going to medical school and becoming a doctor won't fix what's broken in your life. You have to fix what's broken in your life on your own. You have to methodically find concrete ways to address your problems and improve yourself; an MD degree isn't going to help you with this, and it might even hinder you.
That's all I have to say at this time. Godspeed.
To understand my thought process, you have to understand my background. In high school, I was a loser who spent all his free time playing video games and studying. By the end of 12th grade, I vowed to become a different person in college—an outgoing, fun individual who has a lot of friends and dances with women at parties. Well, that didn't pan out. Throughout college, I was still the same loser who just played video games and studied. The one thing that I had going for me was that I was fairly intelligent; I had a high GPA, was a good test-taker, and studied far more than many of my classmates. I worked hard, and I had a good head on my shoulders... and yet I couldn't find any potential romantic partners, nor could I make a lot of close friends. The world owed me a girlfriend and a tightknit social group, and I could only come up with one way to receive what I was owed: medicine. I felt that medicine was the way to convert my intelligence and industriousness into social success. By achieving that "Dr." title and getting those letters after my name, I'd be able to compensate for my social shortcomings and find what I was seeking.
Well, fast forward to today: I graduated medical school last week, and I'll be starting residency soon. With the benefit of hindsight, I can say that I was an imbecile and that I went down this path for all the wrong reasons. I'm still introverted. I'm still socially awkward. I'm still romantically unsuccessful. I'm still unpopular. Now that I don't study at all, I just use up the extra free time by playing video games. Medical school didn't change me as I had hoped, and it didn't improve my life in the ways that I hoped it would. I'm still the same person with the same problems I had before, except I now have six-figure debt and a pre-paved future in a profession that I don't particularly enjoy. If anything, medical school robbed me of a ton of free time that I could have (hypothetically) used to actually improve my social life and dating prospects during the past four years.
Why am I posting this? Because a lot of pre-meds go into medicine for the wrong reasons. A lot of pre-meds think that medicine is a panacea that will compensate for all of their deficits and grant them everything they desire out of life. It's not. It won't make you a winner in the dating game, it won't make you better-looking or funnier or smarter, it won't change your parents' default perception of you, and it won't help you find loyal friends. Going to medical school and becoming a doctor won't fix what's broken in your life. You have to fix what's broken in your life on your own. You have to methodically find concrete ways to address your problems and improve yourself; an MD degree isn't going to help you with this, and it might even hinder you.
That's all I have to say at this time. Godspeed.