Psychosocial Moratorium a.k.a. We're Psychos

At this point, I quite don't know where I am going. No path was set for me. I am not Bill Gates' son you know, nothing's there for me. I know I am definitely not alone in this department. Thanks to some psychologist guy, this situation has a term: psychosocial moratorium, although, I never really went to the mountains and lived there alone. What do I want? Do I have what I need? Is there something yet I haven't achieved? (A lot) Am I the next president of this country? Is Judas a saint? Am I Judas? God knows Judas not pay. Am I wearing a straight jacket? Is this asylum? And the questions go on and on and on and on and on... and this could go on forever and ever and ever and ever... I am sick! Everybody agreed.
When I was young, I thought I'd become a priest. Everybody went scared. As if I am not capable, come on guys, it's in the face. They all puked. Then, I joked I would just become a Metro Aide... they just clean and clean and get little pay. Pity them. I thought I wanted to go to military school, yeah right! Then, there's the urge to be a doctor, a neural surgeon per se. Are you doubly insane? I mean do you have money. Just be a nurse. Nothing against nurse, I am just too impatient to take care of the patients and the arrogant physicians (Thanks to Scrubs and Grey's Anatomy, they make a vivid picture of a very funny, un-boring, lively physicians but definitely cocky and arrogant). Not to mention the poo, the poo, the awful poo. The poo that will conquer it all. Suddenly, may be a marine biologist wouldn't be such a bad idea... I mean you get to dive, to snorkel, to scuba, to sightseeing with corals, to be get bitten by a shark, to record boring data, to drown, to marry a microscope, to get stung by a jelly fish and man-o-wars, to stink like a fish, to tan yourself forever. That sounds like not so bad an idea. Oh yeah!
And I became a medical transcriptionist. Everything else is history.

What more could I ask? Damn this, just kill me!