I recently dropped out of university, after months of toying with the idea and people telling me I had made a mistake.
“What will you do?”
“People will never hire someone without a degree!”
And then I did it. And it felt great. It felt like I regained control that felt lost for so long.
It’s also made me happier, knowing that I’m doing what I want to do, instead of what others want me to do. And in a very guilty, Schadenfreuden-istic (?) way, it almost feels good to hear my former classmates complaining that they are unhappy at university, or that they wish they did.
I suppose they’re just waiting for the realisation that their happiness is more important than the happiness of their parents.