Octorok said:
OP, I want to tell you a bit about myself. Not that I have any military experience to share with you, but I understand where you are comming from.
I am 22, and throughout life, I have always been "A smart kid". In all my years of school, my parents, my teachers and my friends always kept telling me how smart I was, and how I woul dhave any education open to me. And it was true, if I may be a bit arrogant here. I AM smart. One of the harder educations to get in to here in Denmark is journalism, since it requires you pass a test which is frankly pretty hard. I aced it, and was set to become a journalist. Just two months of summer vacation, and I'd be off to start being a grown up.
However, over summer, something happened. I am 19 at this point, and something inside me was terrified of going to that school. In my panic, I changed my mind and applied for Philosophy at Uni. I got in, and I loved it. Intelligent people in and intelligent environment. It seemed like heaven, and the studies weren't hard. I have always been good at
understanding things, and Philosophy, well it was all about that. However, after 6 months of that, my mind collapsed. I was diagnosed with severe depression, and I had to put my studies on hold. The next year and a half was the darkest of my life, if you can call what I had in that time "a life". I had therapy, I recovered, and I called up my councellor and gave up my place on the courses. It had been a rushed start, and I had had some issues that worsened when I put myself in a stressful environment. Well, everyone said that must be it, the stressful environment. I didn't really feel it was, but hey, of course, it was uni, yes, that had to be it, I had just rushed out into it too soon...
So I spent half a year preparing myself for... whatever else I would figure out. I found another academic education that was just... perfect. It would be a path to working in the growing danish games industry, and it would also give me tools to work in other media. There was stuff about game design, about programming, about animation... it was so many things that I enjoyed or would like to learn in my free time anyways. It was like all my interests condensed into a single study.
So, I applied, and I got in. It's been 6 months... And now it's driving me into the ground again. Like with Philosophy, I don't find it hard, I don't find it stressful... But after I got over the initial rush of being in a new place, with new people, people that I could be a nerd with even, then my enthusiasm started slowing down. Getting up in the morning was getting very hard, and when I eventually got home every day, I wasn't just tired in the usual way, but felt... drained. I had no creativity, I had no drive. When I got home I didn't have any strenght for cooking, for keeping my apartment clean, not even for video games or anything else that was "fun". It's not depression, but I know I can't keep at the studies, because it might become one, if I stay on.
The thing is, I got no joy out of studying. And that is what was driving me down. I know, studying is supposed to be hard and not fun, but in my oppinion, if someone asks you how your studies are, you have to be able to say "It's great!" without lying. Sure, it can be hard, and sure, some lectures may be boring, homework may be stressful, and exams may be balls hard, but at the end of the day, you have to be able to think of what you are doing as worth it. You have to feel happy that you are studying. And I didn't.
The day I admitted to myself that I simply couldn't do this, was great. I felt like a huge load was taken off my shoulders, and after crying a bit, I slept better than I had in many weeks. When I woke up, I felt refreshed. Everyone had always pushed me forward. I'm not saying I was a straight A-grades kid, because I am quite the lazy bugger. But I COULD have straight A's(as indeed, just about anyone has been telling me all my life), and I'm not stupider for it, I just have a diploma from High School that is less worth than it could be. On both courses, Philosophy and Mediaology, I was above most, in terms of intelligence. I am not ashamed to say that, arrogant as it may sound. That was how I felt. Despite all this alleged intelligence, despite all the teachers, councellors, family members, etc. who all held the oppinion that I had the world at my feet, despite my own arrogance and wish to achieve a degree because, well, frankly I felt anything else would feel like a "waste".
Despite all that, I couldn't do uni. Why? Well still not sure. I think part of it may be that I am immature. I am simply not cut out for the responsibility yet to work towards a goal that may be shit now, but from which I will benefit when I have to find a job. That lack of discipline i definitely part of it. Left to my own devices, I can't keep my eyes on the goal.
But more importantly, I think that the method of learning was simply not me. When you got right down to it, I felt like the people weren't that intelligent, just incredibly pretentious(that was especially true of Philosophy), and that I wasn't really challenged intellectually, just doing reading I could, quite frankly, have done on my own. I know that last part isn't true, but that was how I
felt. Simply but, university just isn't me. I realized that, while I mught be a smart cookie, I am not cut out for uni. Wow. That's 12 years of parents and teachers guidance out the window.
So I started thinking, what the hell else could I do? I know there were options, but I had never really looked into them because, well, all my life I had been told I should go to uni, and it had been presented as the first prize, like any other option wasn't really an option because it would be choosing something worse. And then I started reading about the military.
And I read more.
And more.
And more.
And something... Some little dream once had by a little boy that I left behind when I was 6 was taken out of the mental box on the ceiling it had been hidden in. There were so many options. Damn. I mean, I knew you could be a contracted private, or go to sergeants or officers school, but I was looking at IT-degrees, degrees in Arabic or Afghan, degrees in... Well, just about anything. And then I was more or less decided...
I have half a year now, to whip myself into shape. I am a fat, lazy kid, but I now feel motivated like never before to get out and start exercising. I have plans for a diet and for exercise, and I am quite sure what my goal is. I am gonna get in shape, and then I am taking the basic training of the army. And from there? Well, right now Language Officer, studying Arabic or Afghan, seems very cool.
So that's me. Like you, the army seems like a better prospect, even though I could easily apply to just about any college education. But I just don't think it'll make it happy. Now, the army is no cakewalk, I know, but it's what I need. It has discipline, and it has challenges like nothing else I have ever tried. Is it where I will spent my life? Maybe not, but it's where I need to be right now, and it can give me an education I can used on the job market later on.
So, I hope that was an interesting read. The "moral of the story" is supposed to be "you are not alone". I am not trying to say that the army is the right choice for you, but I will say that it might be. It is possible. And thus, don't let people get to you. Go for what you feel is right, but if the UK has a short basic training, go there first. I hope what I wrote made sense, and that it can be, if not of some help, at least of some comfort. While I don't have anyone telling me my aspirations are stupid, I do have 12 years of being conditioned to think so myself to struggle against. But yeah, I hope you can use it, and I hope it made sense(I only just got out of bed).
Good luck with it all man.