Here’s what I don’t know.
- What I want to be when I grow up. Eighteen is far too young to make that decision. What did I know at eighteen? Hell, 23 was too young to make that decision. Over six years and three academic institutions I have studied politics, history, psychology, public relations and marketing communications. I still don’t know what I’m doing.
- The difference between right and wrong. It’s not as black and white as we’re taught to believe as children. When does the greater good become more important than the individual? When does clearing your own conscience become more important than hurting someone else with the truth?
- How to handle criticism. And how to criticize. How to deal with conflict, how to fight with someone and how to stand up for myself. I get red and shaky and teary. I tell people what I know they want to hear, just to make it stop and then afterwards I kick myself for all the things I should have said. I’m terrified to offend and loathe to hurt someone’s feelings, even when they’re hurting mine.
- How to file for income tax returns. Somehow, I’ve ended up owing SARS money and I don’t even know how that’s possible.
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