So, here I am. Doing something that I know I should love, but I'm not. Why? Because sometimes when you turn your passion into a profession, it becomes a chore. Like, not usually, but in my case, it was so.
So, now you might be thinking as to what my job is. I'm a writer for a TV show. Wait, that doesn't make sense, right? I did mention something about practicals and stuff, then how the hell did I end up here? Good question. I'll give you the answer in steps.
First of all, I lied about one thing, which already makes me an unreliable narrator. But you just gotta push through it, you know? I didn't like the course I did previously. I pursued dentistry. It sucked to the point that I don't want to even remotely imagine going back into it. But I did speak the truth about one thing though. My father did force me to continue the course, because I entered into the college with free tuition due to the minority quota called human quota. Yes, at this point, humans are the minority. Well, we are still the majority populace of this world, but what the constitution meant by the term minority is that we don't have many money making opportunities.
I mean, think about it. The vampires live for eons. They have the opportunity to go take a look into every other professional course on God's green Earth while humans have to succumb to one or two or if you are loaded, then you could go for multiple degrees. However, for someone like me, I couldn't even think of pursuing something else because it would be too late for me at that point.
My father works hard. He had a hard time being a divorced dad, paying off the alimony to the woman who calls herself my mother and stuff. He divorced her because she was abusive as heck and stuff… That's a long story, let's not jump into it just yet. But long story short, in the midst of all the struggles he faced on a daily basis, he still cared for me and tried his best to give me the best possible things. And that meant sacrificing even his own life. Like, I wasn't kidding about having a really good looking father. He could've easily got another wife, girlfriend or boyfriend if he wanted to. However, he didn't. I don't know whether to thank him for that or not, but this choice molded me into the person that I am today, believe it or not.
So, that meant that I couldn't go against heading towards Dentistry especially since he looked so happy when he learned that I got a scholarship. And I didn't have the heart to say that I wanted to pursue writing as a career. So, I just went there on a whim, hoping that I would make it from here and somehow get back into the track I want to get into.
But that simply was a long and tedious journey, to the point that I did reveal to my pops that I would like to opt out of the course and go practice writing. Obviously he didn't allow me to do that. But he did promise that if I got this degree, he would give his maximum support so that I could pursue my dream job.
And this was the single thing that kept me through everything that I went through. And it wasn't like pops didn't keep his promise. I did went to the writing school and I did enjoy my time there. It was all fun and games and I was at the peak of my life.
The one thing that I forgot was that I was not at the peak of a mountain, but at the peak of a card pyramid that could easily crumble down if given sufficient time and a bit of force. And crumble it did.
I was jobless. No one needed a human in their workplace. No, it wasn't discrimination or anything. At least, not on the surface. It's just that a human resume is shite before a supernatural being's resume. And they were easily accepted since they have tons of experience, compared to my measly one week writing camp from college. It really sucked.
So, at that point, I was just this lazy bum of a human who was leeching the money of her father, unemployed and not a single boyfriend to speak of. And back then, I didn't care about that part like I did when I was in school or college. This was the time when I learned the hard truth of life and truly understood what a big idiot I was.
And that's why when my pops suggested I pursue my further studies in dentistry, I honestly didn't think of it as a bad idea. I mean, do a specialized degree then I'm a hot commodity in the dentistry business. So, I was seriously considering it, which made my father happy. And seeing him happy, made me even more self conscious. I looked back into what I did and felt shame on myself. Instead of helping my father, I destroyed everything he had. I was a bad kid. I am a bad kid. But I could no longer put all the weight on him. I had to do something on my own. It was finally time for me to stop staring at my dreams and look into reality. I was done with writing. I was focused on dentistry.
And then it happened.
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