'You must follow your parents and be a doctor, or at least a lawyer. No. Lawyers are not that well appreciated. You must be a doctor,' said somebody that I've never met my whole life till yesterday afternoon. I felt like standing up and tell her son to follow his mom and be a nosy bitch.
Who are you to tell me what I ought to do to my own life? Try walking into a house that's under renovation and tell the owner to paint the walls orange cuz you think it's the best color to suit the deco. They'd probably give you the finger and call security and have you arrested. People can be so irritating sometimes. *grunts*
I am not overreacting. Try having random people telling you what to do with your life almost everyday. I swear you'll be fighting the urge to tear their faces off too. And apparently, most of my parents' friends sons of my age is aiming for medicine, which makes things 100% worse. (Or my mom, too, is just predicting that everyone who studies pure science for AL wants to be doctors.) I should really start interviewing them, starting from my neighbor, to proof to myself that people are really not that predictable.
Nobody expects a businessman's kid to go into business, or an accountant's child to take over his father's firm, but hell, it's compulsory for a doctor's daughter to be a life saver as well. All they see is the glamorous side of doctors walking in white coats with stethoscopes hung around their neck. Well, sorry to burst your bubbles, but my dad doesn't even have a white coat and he doesn't even bring his own stethoscope to the ward. And no, he doesn't do resuscitation everyday, or open patients up. He's the most reachable person in my contact list cuz his phone is never more than 5 feet away from him. When he gets a call at 3am, then he has to work at 3am. When we're halfway through dinner and some old chap collapse, he'll have to leave, with the car, and we call a taxi or just wonder around until everything is okay again. And he still can't tell me how to cure hiccups.
My point being... No, actually, there's no specific purpose of all this crap. I was just a wee bit angry at the auntie. And frustrated cuz my mom thinks that it's weird if none of her children inherits the medical gene. It's not even a freaking gene. It's passion and knowledge. You have the passion, you work hard and get into a med school and study and graduate, taadaah, you're a doctor. As simple as that. No rocket science. And it stops there, no need to carry it on to the next generation.
The thing about typical old-fashioned Malaysian Chinese is that they don't believe in creativity or imagination. Children don't have the right to dream. Being astronauts or a ballerina is considered a childhood fantasy that expires once the kid 'grows up'.
Who are you to take away somebody's dreams? Who are you to deny the possibilities?
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