Ok so being a control freak has not saved my life in a literal sense, but in a more figurative way it has. Ever since I can recall I have enjoyed being in control of my life, this is quite a normal thing for every individual however for me my need for control has and does go a bit off track. Meaning I would avoid situations where I don’t have or don’t perceive control which has greatly taken a toll on my social life. That’s not such a terrible thing for me because my social life consists of a few people who truly matter but its unhealthy nonetheless.
My need for control consequently gave rise to my need for purpose, what I mean by this is that I only do things which have and seem to have a purpose for me in my life. And that seems quite acceptable! And lets face it, it is! But the problem manifests when you attribute and recognize different countries and places as holding and portraying a specific purpose. It has come to my attention through counseling that I have turned myself into a living eating and breathing robot, literally! I have assigned different attributes of myself to different geographical locations! You may be wondering what the hell I am talking about so let me explain.
As we all know (now) I am a student in a country that I am not a native of (born and raised in) and from my above mentioned topic and discussions we know I am in this country for a purpose, and that purpose is merely gain as much knowledge and experience without forgetting the most important purpose GETTING THE DEGREE preferably with honors! We probably all know by now that I have associated this country with the acquisition of my tertiary education therefore while in this country I am literally a robot who lives and breaths GET THE DEGREE!
Fun is a foreign ‘left back at my parents house’ concept. To all the parents out there reading this you are probably thinking “well that’s how its supposed to be” and I am in total agreement cuz that’s what I’ve been doing over the years and its what my parents either consciously or unconsciously or even both, suggested I should do from the day I left home for the first time. I am not going to say what exactly my parents told me but I am sure its more or less the same as every other parent has said to their child as they go off to university.
I don’t think of myself as being that one person who does this so I will simply go ahead and assume that I am not the only one. And if any of this makes sense and rings a bell for you then now you know as well that you are not alone...
Xoxo,
NB