People who have always known you in one way can't see you in the other. People who know both but have a personal favouring of the other question you consistently. People like to box you in some way and are reticent to take you out of it. Medicine is a conservative profession. Despite general support and encouragement, I don't think anyone other than close friends truly understand. And even then, there's still the faintest smudge of doubt.
It's a shame. I wonder how many will keep.
Who knows what I am? Who knows what anyone is really? No-one ever fits into a box ever. I know I went through a phase of introducing people almost with a label on their head, but that was when I was trying to work out where I sat. I came to the conclusion in the end that there are none, rather tendencies that are extended and explored. Everything anyone could ever be is and always has been inside that person.
I remember a few years ago I ran into a girl from high school who expressed such disappointment that I had gone into medicine instead of drama school. You can't please everybody.
And yesterday I took a series of photos of a friend as a photographic study and posted them on Facebook. I was very proud of my photos, having worked on them well into the night. They were simple, unfussed, unspectacular conversations over coffee. The first response from said friend was an expression of discomfort, and the following responses from other friends (all med) were of disbelief and incredulity. Perhaps a closer look to examine how flattering the photos are, what they reveal about said friend and some insights would be at hand?
No-one gets me here...gaahhhh...
It would be nice to be in a place where admission to a prestigious college of art is a lusty achievement, rather than a well-meaning shrug.
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