<p>Here comes an extremely long-winded post, the gist of which is that I want your advice. The more decisive you are, the more grateful I'll be for your contribution. I'm counting on the assistance of strangers to brainstorm here. My own mind has more or less melted down going over and over this, and my network of personal friends and relationships is also frayed (as in, the next person I ask for advice will probably be the next person to unfriend me). </p>
<p>First, a bit of biography. Well, to be honest, every bit as much biography as I think I can squeeze in without boring you to tears.
Traits:
- I'm imaginative, truth-loving, introverted (like people but they tire me out), unspontaneous (have to be dragged into trying new things, very slow to make new friends, always return to what's safe and familiar), aural, and more than a little lazy.
- Myers-Briggs has me as an INTP(/J; a secret ambition of people listening to me), which, though the thing mostly tells you what you want to think about yourself, seems to fit.
- I have a high IQ, whatever that means. The 140 neighborhood. Decidedly subgenius but learn with ease when I've a mind to, and struggle to communicate with the average person. </p>
<p>Story:
- In high school, I underachieved (for me and my context, that meant a GPA of about 3.5) and did a few interesting things, never quite to the level of impressiveness. My hobbies and activities were composing and arranging music, playing instruments in the band and orchestra, conducting when teachers asked me to, being awkward, and acing standardized tests without much preparation.
- I went to the University of Oklahoma (for a scholarship, in case you're asking), earned degrees in Neuroscience and Music Composition, GPA of 3.7 and did research for 6 semesters and 2 summers in a lab studying the spinal cord. Just an honors thesis, no real publications. Played 8 semesters in the symphony and a few other ensembles, gradually petered out and died as a composer, hung out with the other smart and weird people in town.
- I spent a year at home, unemployed except for substitute teaching, confused, depressed, and miserable.
- Now, I test software for a large, little-known, Fortune 500 company. I'm trying to rebuild my mind, curtail my excessive reflection habit, and not think about what a huge letdown adulthood has turned out to be. </p>
<p>And now, the problem.
- I want to get to work on something. No, I NEED to. I spent the entire first 24 years of my life imagining that all I needed to do was be a little brilliant and a little interesting, and the road to contribution and fulfillment would reveal itself to me. This was a huge error. I did nothing. Nobody wants to take a chance on you if you haven't proven you can get stuff DONE.
- But I don't know what to get to work on. Music is a bust; every attempt to reignite my musical voice has ended in failure. Neuroscience was fun and stimulating, but there are two problems: 1. I never displayed any real talent at it. 2. The field is a slow-motion trainwreck economically because it attracts abundant human interest and has no industrial applicability. (What IS it about people? We love who doesn't love us, delight in what kills us, and are bored to tears by the practical arts and sciences that make our comfortable existence possible.)</p>
<p>Some possible jumping-off points:
- Much of what I do with my time I'm ashamed to account for. (I've made an appointment with a counselor specializing in motivation among potential high-performers. I think I have the right attitude. Hopefully, I can keep from screwing things up for once in my life.)
- There's a little bit I'm not ashamed to account for, and here it is: I design imaginary city-states, writing articles about various facets of their governance and economics, drawing maps and flags, and composing national anthems for each of them. I keep up with my viola, and have remained good enough to play chamber repertoire. I read the news every day, and try to remain aware of current developments in science particularly. I'm in the midst of a bit of an "organization renaissance" brought about by discovering what Outlook calendar can do, and spurred on by the pleasure taken in eliminating unhelpful physical clutter.
- I got into UVA Biology PhD program, and am being considered as a Jefferson scholar there. I don't think I want to go. But aaaagh I don't know.
- I have applied to three engineering master's programs, including a "safe"(r) one. So maybe that will turn out to be an option for me. </p>
<p>Goal:
- Learn how to DO something, useful definitely, impressive maybe, taking advantage of my talents hopefully. I don't think software testing is it. Maybe school is a good way to start making it happen, maybe it's exactly the opposite. I think I need to stop <em>entertaining</em> multiple interests, and start <em>focusing</em> on one. </p>
<p>Plea:
- Please tell me if there is a way back, and what you would recommend to start following it.
- Be specific. Don't tell me "only you know which is right for you." Fact is, I don't. I've failed that test. Tell me what you'd pick. That is much more helpful somehow; it gives me a concrete imagining to react to.
- I know this is selfish. I know I offer little in return. I'm counting on finding people who enjoy this sort of thing. If I can do anything reciprocally helpful over the vast expanse of the internet, don't hesitate to ask for it.</p>