So I’ve
decided to unquit my job. My quarter life crisis is winding down and it looks
like I’m going to end up at the same place I started out.
Everything I’ve tried after
quitting my job hasn’t turned out as expected. Writing didn’t work, because the
stuff I’m motivated to write isn’t stuff anybody would want to read (like my dreams). I still
enjoy writing, and I still want to do it. I just don’t expect it to be
profitable in any monetary way. Drawing a comic didn’t go well, because I’m not
a skilled artist, and I don’t have the drive to become one. Ideally, I would
like to continue my comic too, but it just takes so much more time than writing,
and I end up with a product that I’m never completely happy with. My comics is indefinitely on hold until I can find a better way to do them. Doing nothing
was actually the worst thing I tried. The mix of guilt, ennui, and inner
turmoil made it one of the most stressful periods in my life. I don’t know
when I picked up the idea that any unproductive free time was something to feel
bad about, but it really messes me up. My current alternate career move was to study physics, and it hasn’t turned out like I’d hoped
either.
I really just wanted physics to be engineering with more math. It turns out that science and engineering have
completely different way of doing things, and I shouldn’t have been surprised
by this. Science seems to be about answering questions, and is concerned with
the truth. Engineering looks to solve problems, and is interested in what’s
functional. Personally, I have a hard time finding interest in truth, since I don’t really believe it exists. Function, on the other hand, is something I
always get excited about. In the end, I care more about how things can be
useful or how I can improve them, and I don’t much bother with why or how
things do what they do. In school I'm taking science and engineering
courses side by side. This has made me realize that I’m not cut out for science, but I've fallen back in love with engineering
What led me to engineering
originally was a desire to improve the world around me. I went with civil
engineering because I get more of a feeling of accomplishment from having big
concrete (or steel) examples of the projects I’ve worked on. It’s hard to beat
being able to watch a new road, bridge, sewer, earthwork, or building take
shape. Standing back when it’s finished knowing that you had a hand in creating
it. Knowing that it was improved by your involvement. It’s also fun being able
to congratulate everyone on another fine erection. Subjectivity can take all
the fun out of scientific discovery, but even I can’t doubt ten miles of
pavement or a few thousand yards or earthwork. Civil engineering also has great puns.
During the time I spent away from
engineering, all the reasons I had for quitting my job have faded away. All the
motives I had for becoming an engineering in the first place have come back. Some
of them stronger than ever. Since the scars have healed, I’m going to take down
my old two weeks notice post. I just want to move on from all that shit. I
learned a lot in the last year and a half, but the most important thing is that
I got question of what I should do with my life right the first time.