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i’m going into my senior year and as a 17 (almost 18 in october) year old girl i’ve found great comfort in this movie. it’s ugly and it shows parts i really relate to. not fitting in but also not being exactly an outcast. being ashamed of her poverty stricken lifestyle in front of her rich classmates, her complicated relationship with her mom, especially that part really makes the movie so much more relatable. she and her mom argue but they can’t stay away with each other it’s such a close yet toxic relationship, they’re like best friends who hate each other and that exactly describes my own relationship with my mom. i especially like the wya she’s so annoying and pretentious cause as a teenage girl you tend to do that, how she wants to go to a college in new york and actually experience something which is similar to my case. she’s not exactly a good girl but she’s not terrible and we see this in the way she treats the sister whose name i can’t remember, she calls her a c*nt to get jenna to like her but she actually loves the sister. she has controversial opinions like the whole abortion thing. the way she fell in love with danny and after finding out he was gay it didn’t ruin their friendship. how she hung onto Kyle even though he was a pretentious little hipster shit. her quiet relationship with her dad.

i watched this movie for the first time when i was in middle school i think it was 2021-2022, i was in 7th-8th grade so i thought the movie was boring and didn’t get the hype. but this summer i rediscovered it and it shocked me to see how much i missed back when i wasn’t really experiencing the things Christine or Ladybird is experiencing.

the quiet shitty life and her lazy ambition to wanna do something more with her life is scary accurate and i can only understand the bad reviews from people who are either too young to understand or too old to care.

that kinda reminds me of the quote: "All my life I've been obsessed with adolescence, drunk on it. Even when I was little, I knew that teenagers sparkled. I knew they knew something children didn't know, and adults ended up forgetting." — Lorde

anyways i’m just looking for any suggestions for films with similar themes

i’ve gotten the perks of being a wallflower but i don’t see the similarity except for being set in a high school and complicated relationships which is a great movie in its own i just don’t see the comparison to lady bird

okay first to start this off i was born and raised muslim which is an important context to have to understand the dream (im a teenage female btw)

in the dream i was in a somali restaurant with my friends even though i dont have any somali friends and ive never tried somali food in my life (id love to though)

so as we were eating one of the waitresses who is a pretty somali woman in her 20’s or so (she looked young) it was a family owned business i guess and she was getting the orders and asking us about the food and all it was pretty normal

some stuff happened but i saw her crying on the phone about her boyfriend or husband cheating on her or smth, i comforted her and we became friends

she asked me if i wanted quran recited on me by a woman (it’s a muslim practice basically for protection) i was happy with her words but even in real life you have to be wary because some witches or wizards pose as muslim reciters and instead use witch craft against you, which is why i haven’t gone to any of those places in real life and i believe reciting to yourself is just better for protection

but since we had just become friends i felt bad and told her alright, she took me to another room and like i said it was a family owned business so it was technically their home, she took me to a room where an old somali woman was laying on the ground with blankets and pillows, she was so old and skinny she could barley move

i walked over to her and she started by grabbing my hand and tracing my palm, i got confused and scared and pulled my hand away, since reading palms in islam is forbidden and she got confused why i pulled away

she asked me if i was her for a reciting and i said yes and she said well give me your hand then, since everyone seemed normal with it i gave her my hand despite feeling uneasy

she then held my hand in a weird was, bending my pointer finger towards my palm while holding my whole hand, i don’t know what the purpose was

she started praying for me and reciting so i thought maybe she was just holding my hand like that cause she’s old and old people are weird i guess

anyways she prayed for me to go to heaven and i was happy with it then the somali girl came back and we were talking and she said another girl asked the old woman to pray she lost weight and became pretty 😭😭 which is kind of funny so i turned to the old woman and asked her if she would do that for me too, she then asked something weird i can’t exactly remember

she said if you lose weight while pregnant that’s not good, i was confused and said im not pregnant and she was about to clear up what she meant but i woke up, now i dont know if she meant to say i was the pregnant one or the other woman who asked to lose weight

anyways its a pretty weird dream but i usually forget my dreams pretty quickly which is why i decided to ask for an interpretation since i remember it so clearly

since i kept going back to sleep and waking up i dreamt a few more times but i only remember this dream

🚨[disclaimer] i am not encouraging nor am i glamorizing self harm or any sort of it, i asked a moderator for an appeal and they agree i can repost it so please don’t get removed again. ive made my point clear and i should be allowed to ask for advice on this issue. 🚨

i’ve given up on this life so how can i ensure my next one will be better than this one?

my life is fucked up beyond imagination so i’m just waiting to die and i’m worried i might be rebirthed somewhere even worse but i hope ill have a nice next life, is there anything im supposed to do? good deeds n shit?

why do i have to live the way i am simply because of where i was born?

i have the same personality and interests and hobbies as any other girl my age who was fortunate enough to be born in a country that doesn’t see even the mere sight of her face as a shame.

i’m a teenage girl living in the middle east, i have dreams and hobbies and i love doing my makeup and love the thought of dressing up and having fun just like any other girl yet i am confined and forced to live a shameful existence.

i am even forced to cover up my face cause it is seen as unlikely as a genitalia.

its unfair how something i could decided upon has dictated so many aspects of my life.

i keep thinking if god had created me as a white girl living in the US how much different my life could be.

i’d have hobbies and do activities like football or art or anything, i could go out shopping on my own or with my friends, i could sneak out at night to go to a party and my parents will only give me a slap on the back and a wink cause they were once teenagers too.

its not fair that the only moment of freedom i wanna feel is the air against my hair but i cant even have that since i have to cover my shit fuck ass brown hair up cause i’m not a hot white girl that can do what she wants.

it keeps me up at night to imagine that my mere dreams are someone’s real life.

i’ll put up with abuse and ill put up with poverty if i meant i could live in a white girls shoes for once.

my family wouldn’t even trust me to move out at 18 and ill have to wait for a stranger to come knock on our door and ask me to become his wife because my parents will gladly give me away to a stranger they trust more than their daughter.

then i’ll have to repeat the cycle, cook for him and clean and let him fuck me and then i’ll do the same to my daughters and it’ll never end.

every day i wake up i shut my eyes right back up really tight in hopes that when i open them again my entire existence would have been a very horrible dream and ill find myself somewhere else.

i genuinely think about ending my life every single day cause i truly believe my situation won’t get better and even if i do escape to another country or away from my family the wound won’t ever heal and ill be trying to heal it for the rest of my life

okay first to start this off i was born and raised muslim which is an important context to have to understand the dream (im a teenage female btw)

in the dream i was in a somali restaurant with my friends even though i dont have any somali friends and ive never tried somali food in my life (id love to though)

so as we were eating one of the waitresses who is a pretty somali woman in her 20’s or so (she looked young) it was a family owned business i guess and she was getting the orders and asking us about the food and all it was pretty normal

some stuff happened but i saw her crying on the phone about her boyfriend or husband cheating on her or smth, i comforted her and we became friends

she asked me if i wanted quran recited on me by a woman (it’s a muslim practice basically for protection) i was happy with her words but even in real life you have to be wary because some witches or wizards pose as muslim reciters and instead use witch craft against you, which is why i haven’t gone to any of those places in real life and i believe reciting to yourself is just better for protection

but since we had just become friends i felt bad and told her alright, she took me to another room and like i said it was a family owned business so it was technically their home, she took me to a room where an old somali woman was laying on the ground with blankets and pillows, she was so old and skinny she could barley move

i walked over to her and she started by grabbing my hand and tracing my palm, i got confused and scared and pulled my hand away, since reading palms in islam is forbidden and she got confused why i pulled away

she asked me if i was her for a reciting and i said yes and she said well give me your hand then, since everyone seemed normal with it i gave her my hand despite feeling uneasy

she then held my hand in a weird was, bending my pointer finger towards my palm while holding my whole hand, i don’t know what the purpose was

she started praying for me and reciting so i thought maybe she was just holding my hand like that cause she’s old and old people are weird i guess

anyways she prayed for me to go to heaven and i was happy with it then the somali girl came back and we were talking and she said another girl asked the old woman to pray she lost weight and became pretty 😭😭 which is kind of funny so i turned to the old woman and asked her if she would do that for me too, she then asked something weird i can’t exactly remember

she said if you lose weight while pregnant that’s not good, i was confused and said im not pregnant and she was about to clear up what she meant but i woke up, now i dont know if she meant to say i was the pregnant one or the other woman who asked to lose weight

anyways its a pretty weird dream but i usually forget my dreams pretty quickly which is why i decided to ask for an interpretation since i remember it so clearly

since i kept going back to sleep and waking up i dreamt a few more times but i only remember this dream

why do i have to live the way i am simply because of where i was born?

i have the same personality and interests and hobbies as any other girl my age who was fortunate enough to be born in a country that doesn’t see even the mere sight of her face as a shame.

i’m a teenage girl living in the middle east, i have dreams and hobbies and i love doing my makeup and love the thought of dressing up and having fun just like any other girl yet i am confined and forced to live a shameful existence.

i am even forced to cover up my face cause it is seen as unlikely as a genitalia.

its unfair how something i could decided upon has dictated so many aspects of my life.

i keep thinking if god had created me as a white girl living in the US how much different my life could be.

i’d have hobbies and do activities like football or art or anything, i could go out shopping on my own or with my friends, i could sneak out at night to go to a party and my parents will only give me a slap on the back and a wink cause they were once teenagers too.

its not fair that the only moment of freedom i wanna feel is the air against my hair but i cant even have that since i have to cover my shit fuck ass brown hair up cause i’m not a hot white girl that can do what she wants.

it keeps me up at night to imagine that my mere dreams are someone’s real life.

i’ll put up with abuse and ill put up with poverty if i meant i could live in a white girls shoes for once.

my family wouldn’t even trust me to move out at 18 and ill have to wait for a stranger to come knock on our door and ask me to become his wife because my parents will gladly give me away to a stranger they trust more than their daughter.

then i’ll have to repeat the cycle, cook for him and clean and let him fuck me and then i’ll do the same to my daughters and it’ll never end.

every day i wake up i shut my eyes right back up really tight in hopes that when i open them again my entire existence would have been a very horrible dream and ill find myself somewhere else.

i genuinely think about ending my life every single day cause i truly believe my situation won’t get better and even if i do escape to another country or away from my family the wound won’t ever heal and ill be trying to heal it for the rest of my life

why do i have to live the way i am simply because of where i was born?

i have the same personality and interests and hobbies as any other girl my age who was fortunate enough to be born in a country that doesn’t see even the mere sight of her face as a shame.

i’m a teenage girl living in the middle east, i have dreams and hobbies and i love doing my makeup and love the thought of dressing up and having fun just like any other girl yet i am confined and forced to live a shameful existence.

i am even forced to cover up my face cause it is seen as unlikely as a genitalia.

its unfair how something i could decided upon has dictated so many aspects of my life.

i keep thinking if god had created me as a white girl living in the US how much different my life could be.

i’d have hobbies and do activities like football or art or anything, i could go out shopping on my own or with my friends, i could sneak out at night to go to a party and my parents will only give me a slap on the back and a wink cause they were once teenagers too.

its not fair that the only moment of freedom i wanna feel is the air against my hair but i cant even have that since i have to cover my shit fuck ass brown hair up cause i’m not a hot white girl that can do what she wants.

it keeps me up at night to imagine that my mere dreams are someone’s real life.

i’ll put up with abuse and ill put up with poverty if i meant i could live in a white girls shoes for once.

my family wouldn’t even trust me to move out at 18 and ill have to wait for a stranger to come knock on our door and ask me to become his wife because my parents will gladly give me away to a stranger they trust more than their daughter.

then i’ll have to repeat the cycle, cook for him and clean and let him fuck me and then i’ll do the same to my daughters and it’ll never end.

every day i wake up i shut my eyes right back up really tight in hopes that when i open them again my entire existence would have been a very horrible dream and ill find myself somewhere else.

i genuinely think about ending my life every single day cause i truly believe my situation won’t get better and even if i do escape to another country or away from my family the wound won’t ever heal and ill be trying to heal it for the rest of my life

i’ve given up on this life so how can i ensure my next one will be better than this one?

my life is fucked up beyond imagination so i’m just waiting to die and i’m worried i might be rebirthed somewhere even worse but i hope ill have a nice next life, is there anything im supposed to do? good deeds n shit?

why do i have to live the way i am simply because of where i was born?

i have the same personality and interests and hobbies as any other girl my age who was fortunate enough to be born in a country that doesn’t see even the mere sight of her face as a shame.

i’m a teenage girl living in the middle east, i have dreams and hobbies and i love doing my makeup and love the thought of dressing up and having fun just like any other girl yet i am confined and forced to live a shameful existence.

i am even forced to cover up my face cause it is seen as unlikely as a genitalia.

its unfair how something i could decided upon has dictated so many aspects of my life.

i keep thinking if god had created me as a white girl living in the US how much different my life could be.

i’d have hobbies and do activities like football or art or anything, i could go out shopping on my own or with my friends, i could sneak out at night to go to a party and my parents will only give me a slap on the back and a wink cause they were once teenagers too.

its not fair that the only moment of freedom i wanna feel is the air against my hair but i cant even have that since i have to cover my shit fuck ass brown hair up cause i’m not a hot white girl that can do what she wants.

it keeps me up at night to imagine that my mere dreams are someone’s real life.

i’ll put up with abuse and ill put up with poverty if i meant i could live in a white girls shoes for once.

my family wouldn’t even trust me to move out at 18 and ill have to wait for a stranger to come knock on our door and ask me to become his wife because my parents will gladly give me away to a stranger they trust more than their daughter.

then i’ll have to repeat the cycle, cook for him and clean and let him fuck me and then i’ll do the same to my daughters and it’ll never end.

every day i wake up i shut my eyes right back up really tight in hopes that when i open them again my entire existence would have been a very horrible dream and ill find myself somewhere else.

i genuinely think about ending my life every single day cause i truly believe my situation won’t get better and even if i do escape to another country or away from my family the wound won’t ever heal and ill be trying to heal it for the rest of my life

i don’t necessarily believe in rebirth or past lives or next lives or reincarnation but now i’m really starting to hope there might be a life for me beyond this one, i mean the possibility that when i die ill be reincarnated in a better life is a dream and even if i don’t really believe in it it’s what i wish will actually happen

Gods & Monsters is such a phenomenal song that i would like to find words to describe it but i really can’t, each lyric resonates and hits harder to me and it’s just one of those songs i wish i could shoot it up my blood stream cause i simply can’t get enough, every listen to it makes me feel something, like i wanna cry but i wanna be free and it’s like im somewhere else once it starts up i just got done crying thinking about it! i knew i was a lana fan but when i listen to that song its like im re discovering her for the first time, i was reading the lyrics before bed as if some sort of holy verse, i really do think it’s one of her most overlooked songs and it deserves so much more attention, ive been looking for articles and anything talking about this song because i just love it so fucking much

بنات اول شيء أنا ادري انه الموضوع ذا ماله دخل بالصب بس حسيت بنات هنا رح يفهموني بما اني كثير انزل هنا احس ارتحت لكم

بنات أنا مدري إذا الموضوع مرحلة بلوغ بس صدق صدق صرت ازعل من موضوع جدا تافه بس شاغل بالي

الحين أنا مب قبيحة مره بس مب حلوه و دايم صديقاتي يسولفون لي عن مواقف انه عيال يطلبون سناباتهم ولا عيال يعاكسونهم و يكلمونهم ولا يجونهم بالخاص

و مدري ليه رغم اني مستحيل اتمنى هالشيء لنفسي و بالعكس اتقزز بس يوم سألوني إذا صارت لي مواقف كذا وانا قلت لا حرفيا حسيت نفسي القبيحة غير المرغوبة بينهم

وانا ادري مفروض ما اربط قيمتي ب مدى الاهتمام من الذكور بس صدق قلت يعني إذا أنا حلوه ليه ما قد صارت لي كذا مواقف او احد ينتبه لي

يعني حرفيا يوم اطلع محد يطالع فيني لا بنات ولا عيال ولا احد يكلمني و يوم بديت اسمع مواقف صديقاتي و يضحكون عن الموضوع حسيت فيني شيء غلط

مدري والله احسه موضوع ما ينقال و غالبا رح احذف البوست شوية بس صدق شيء شاغل بالي له فترة مره

بنات اول شيء أنا ادري انه الموضوع ذا ماله دخل بالصب بس حسيت بنات هنا رح يفهموني بما اني كثير انزل هنا احس ارتحت لكم

بنات أنا مدري إذا الموضوع مرحلة بلوغ بس صدق صدق صرت ازعل من موضوع جدا تافه بس شاغل بالي

الحين أنا مب قبيحة مره بس مب حلوه و دايم صديقاتي يسولفون لي عن مواقف انه عيال يطلبون سناباتهم ولا عيال يعاكسونهم و يكلمونهم ولا يجونهم بالخاص

و مدري ليه رغم اني مستحيل اتمنى هالشيء لنفسي و بالعكس اتقزز بس يوم سألوني إذا صارت لي مواقف كذا وانا قلت لا حرفيا حسيت نفسي القبيحة غير المرغوبة بينهم

وانا ادري مفروض ما اربط قيمتي ب مدى الاهتمام من الذكور بس صدق قلت يعني إذا أنا حلوه ليه ما قد صارت لي كذا مواقف او احد ينتبه لي

يعني حرفيا يوم اطلع محد يطالع فيني لا بنات ولا عيال ولا احد يكلمني و يوم بديت اسمع مواقف صديقاتي و يضحكون عن الموضوع حسيت فيني شيء غلط

مدري والله احسه موضوع ما ينقال و غالبا رح احذف البوست شوية بس صدق شيء شاغل بالي له فترة مره

you always hear about karma and “what goes around comes around”

which i find to believe in a way but not completely
i always knew that i had to be good, but not cause i really wanted to, its cause i didn’t really have a choice

i know lots of people in my life, lets take my sister for example, someone who will do mean and deceitful things but somehow not only get away with it but never be punished for it?

as for i on the other hand, the second i feel like being even slightly bad or deceitful it’s like the universe just sends it back to me tenfold ???

i mean, i know a specific girl in my school who is the definition of model pretty and crazy smart, but she’s an awful person, she makes racist remakes and bullies people on the daily yet she’s always adored and doted on

as for i, ill maybe joke about someone and the universe or god or whatever will make sure i eat those words 😭😭

so i guess my question is: why? is there a specific reason for this? i heard there’s a type of people who get karma very quickly but i read that a long time ago so i can’t remember

it’s not like i want to be bad or anything but it’s not like i even have the choice to 😓

which is what made me so used to being “good” that im always surprised when i meet evil people who don’t fear the consequences like i do…

i just feel like my parents set me up for failure and probably didn’t even plan my life out before hand.

i’m living my worst life and my parents are the reason.

not only am i completely ugly due to their outstanding mix of genes, im also short which is also thanks to their amazing matchmaking.

i’m not intelligent and they don’t let me do sports or put me into clubs or anything that’ll help me out in life eventually.

we’re also not rich so i have to go to public school and wear ugly clothes.

on top of that they don’t even love each other.

so if they didn’t at least plan my life out they could’ve said they did it out of love but there isn’t even love present to excuse this fucking mess.

i’m jealous of kids whose parents actually thought about them and gave a damn.

they can barley afford taking care of four kids in a small ass house they got when they were married that doesn’t even have enough rooms for their kids they didn’t think of.

it seriously gets me wondering, was i a mistake? if i was, why didn’t they learn from the two before me? why didn’t they learn from me before having another one?

i know this is an immature thing to say but i seriously envy rich kids or ones who actually had parents who put in thoughts or plans for them.

it also felt like i had to raise myself as a kid so they didn’t even do a good job at that.

there’s seriously no reason for me to even exist and i just feel embarrassed all the time.

i know it’s stupid and pathetic but i seriously wonder i mean when you don’t have a set out goal or plan or even purpose in life it’s just very frustrating like i can’t understand what they possibly needed out of bringing me into this world.

i don’t even understand the concept of reproduction or why people keep having kids? if you’re not gonna do a good job then don’t do it at all otherwise you’re just setting them up for failure.

i seriously wish my parents didn’t have me and i resent them for doing it. i’ll never have kids and bring them into this world. it’s not a desire i have and if i ever do have it i’ll try to be rich and plan it out for them to not fuck them up and maybe actually do a good job raising them.

my dad didn’t give me enough love now all i care about is materialistic things, is this normal?

i have a terrible relationship with my dad and now all i want from him is money and other materialistic shit

i don’t even try to initiate conversations and just ask him to send money

i sometimes feel bad and like im selfish and shallow

but my dad proved to me many times he was incapable of being a good father

of course it’s not all that good since he barley sends me any money either but i make do

now all i care about in life is clothes and makeup and i appear very shallow to others

i think if someone wanted to win my heart they’d just have to buy me stuff which sounds very terrible but it’s true

it kind of sounds like im a spoiled brat from this post but honestly im kind of poor and he only sends me money very rarely but i guess i just wanted to get it off my chest how much i crave money and clothes and shopping etc

does this stem from the daddy issues? ive seen a post talking about something similar
trying to fill the hole he left with materialistic things

i cry a lot about clothes and makeup
i only have old clothes from like 5+ years
and the money he gives me is only enough for some drugstore makeup i’ll buy once every few months
but i do dream of one day buying all the clothes and things i want and i spiral thinking about it sometimes
if i see my friends wearing something nice ill feel very jealous and bad

i used to believe in true love now i only wanna marry a man who makes seven figures even if he doesn’t love me
although id still like to earn money myself but it would feel better coming from someone especially a man

أنا طالبة سعودية في الرياض رح انتقل من الصف الثاني الثانوي الى ثالث ثانوي و حاليا قاعدة اعاني من ضغط القدرات والمدرسة

وخصوصا قاعدة اعاني من ضغوط اختيار التخصصات

كل ما قلت نخصص اهلي يرفضونه و يقولون غير صالح لسوق العمل و ماله مستقل

وانا خلاص تعبت و افكر ادخل اي تخصص له مستقبل حتى لو مب عاجبني

لكن للاسف انا انسانه جدا شغوفة وللاسف شغفي يكمن في الحيوانات والتعامل معهم

يعني لو سالتوني وش مب بس تخصص احلامك لا كمان وش حياة احلامك؟ بقول لك اي عمل يسمح لي بالتعامل مع الحيوانات

طبعا اهلي حطموني و سفلوا فيني عشان ذا التصص و قالوا ماله مستقبل في السعودية

عشان كذا جيت اسالكم هل فعلا كلام اهلي صحيح وهل باتباع شغفي انا قاعدة ارمي مستقبلي؟

اعرف ان التخصص هذا مب موجود في الرياض للاسف الشديد عشان كذا فكرت ادخل برنامج خادم الحرمين الشريفين للابتعاث في جامعات برا عندهم هذا المجال

بس انا كمان ابيهم يفهمون ان عندي اهداف

يعني بخلص دراسة وبعدها اتوظف باذن الله في عيادة بيطرية واخذ خبرة و ممكن حتى بعد ما ابني نفسي افتح عيادتي الخاصة!

بس طموحي مب بس تقتصر على العيادات

لا, انا كمان اطمح ابدا مشاريع و م}سسة غير ربحية لانقاذ الحيوانات

عموما هذي مجرد افكار وما اقدر احدد شكل مستقبلي في عمر ال17

لكن انا الان امام خيارين

اخيب ظن اهلي واتبع ميولي

ولا اخيب ظن نفسي بس ارفع راس اهلي

وانا فكرت ممكن اجاريهم و ادخل تخصص "محترم" الين ما ابني نفسي و بعدها من فلوسي ادرس كمان بيطرة و افتح عيادة

بس صدق ما اتخيل نفسي اعمل وطيفة طبيعية

يعني هم يبوني اتخصص مالية او ادارة اعمال بس هذا عكس شخصيتي تماما! وعارفه اني لو دخلته ممكن من فقدان الشغف ما اكمل

ولو كملت و توظفت فيه رح اكون مزرية في عمل مكتب او شركة وانا انسانه ما احب هذي البيئة

وبس والله حابه اي احد ينصحني ويعطيني كلام واقعي وعن تجربة لو انت شخصيا في هذا الموقف او تعرف احد

او انت شخصيا تعمل طبيب بيطري او تعرف احد

عطوني تجاربكم استفيد منها

عادي لو الكلام فيه تحطيم لان ودي احد اصلا يحطني في امر الواقع

أنا طالبة سعودية في الرياض رح انتقل من الصف الثاني الثانوي الى ثالث ثانوي و حاليا قاعدة اعاني من ضغط القدرات والمدرسة

وخصوصا قاعدة اعاني من ضغوط اختيار التخصصات

كل ما قلت نخصص اهلي يرفضونه و يقولون غير صالح لسوق العمل و ماله مستقل

وانا خلاص تعبت و افكر ادخل اي تخصص له مستقبل حتى لو مب عاجبني

لكن للاسف انا انسانه جدا شغوفة وللاسف شغفي يكمن في الحيوانات والتعامل معهم

يعني لو سالتوني وش مب بس تخصص احلامك لا كمان وش حياة احلامك؟ بقول لك اي عمل يسمح لي بالتعامل مع الحيوانات

طبعا اهلي حطموني و سفلوا فيني عشان ذا التصص و قالوا ماله مستقبل في السعودية

عشان كذا جيت اسالكم هل فعلا كلام اهلي صحيح وهل باتباع شغفي انا قاعدة ارمي مستقبلي؟

اعرف ان التخصص هذا مب موجود في الرياض للاسف الشديد عشان كذا فكرت ادخل برنامج خادم الحرمين الشريفين للابتعاث في جامعات برا عندهم هذا المجال

بس انا كمان ابيهم يفهمون ان عندي اهداف

يعني بخلص دراسة وبعدها اتوظف باذن الله في عيادة بيطرية واخذ خبرة و ممكن حتى بعد ما ابني نفسي افتح عيادتي الخاصة!

بس طموحي مب بس تقتصر على العيادات

لا, انا كمان اطمح ابدا مشاريع و م}سسة غير ربحية لانقاذ الحيوانات

عموما هذي مجرد افكار وما اقدر احدد شكل مستقبلي في عمر ال17

لكن انا الان امام خيارين

اخيب ظن اهلي واتبع ميولي

ولا اخيب ظن نفسي بس ارفع راس اهلي

وانا فكرت ممكن اجاريهم و ادخل تخصص "محترم" الين ما ابني نفسي و بعدها من فلوسي ادرس كمان بيطرة و افتح عيادة

بس صدق ما اتخيل نفسي اعمل وطيفة طبيعية

يعني هم يبوني اتخصص مالية او ادارة اعمال بس هذا عكس شخصيتي تماما! وعارفه اني لو دخلته ممكن من فقدان الشغف ما اكمل

ولو كملت و توظفت فيه رح اكون مزرية في عمل مكتب او شركة وانا انسانه ما احب هذي البيئة

وبس والله حابه اي احد ينصحني ويعطيني كلام واقعي وعن تجربة لو انت شخصيا في هذا الموقف او تعرف احد

او انت شخصيا تعمل طبيب بيطري او تعرف احد

عطوني تجاربكم استفيد منها

عادي لو الكلام فيه تحطيم لان ودي احد اصلا يحطني في امر الواقع

أنا طالبة سعودية في الرياض رح انتقل من الصف الثاني الثانوي الى ثالث ثانوي و حاليا قاعدة اعاني من ضغط القدرات والمدرسة

وخصوصا قاعدة اعاني من ضغوط اختيار التخصصات

كل ما قلت تخصص اهلي يرفضونه و يقولون غير صالح لسوق العمل و ماله مستقبل

وانا خلاص تعبت و افكر ادخل اي تخصص له مستقبل حتى لو مب عاجبني

لكن للاسف انا انسانه جدا شغوفة وللاسف شغفي يكمن في الحيوانات والتعامل معهم

يعني لو سالتوني وش مب بس تخصص احلامك لا كمان وش حياة احلامك؟ بقول لك اي عمل يسمح لي بالتعامل مع الحيوانات

طبعا اهلي حطموني و سفلوا فيني عشان ذا التخصص و قالوا ماله مستقبل في السعودية

عشان كذا جيت اسالكم هل فعلا كلام اهلي صحيح وهل باتباع شغفي انا قاعدة ارمي مستقبلي؟

اعرف ان التخصص هذا مب موجود في الرياض للاسف الشديد عشان كذا فكرت ادخل برنامج خادم الحرمين الشريفين للابتعاث في جامعات برا عندهم هذا المجال

بس انا كمان ابيهم يفهمون ان عندي اهداف

يعني بخلص دراسة وبعدها اتوظف باذن الله في عيادة بيطرية واخذ خبرة و ممكن حتى بعد ما ابني نفسي افتح عيادتي الخاصة!

بس طموحي مب بس تقتصر على العيادات

لا, انا كمان اطمح ابدا مشاريع و مؤسسات غير ربحية لانقاذ الحيوانات او ما شابه

عموما هذي مجرد افكار وما اقدر احدد شكل مستقبلي في عمر ال17

لكن انا الان امام خيارين

اخيب ظن اهلي واتبع ميولي

ولا اخيب ظن نفسي بس ارفع راس اهلي

وانا فكرت ممكن اجاريهم و ادخل تخصص "محترم" الين ما ابني نفسي و بعدها من فلوسي ادرس كمان بيطرة و افتح عيادة

بس صدق ما اتخيل نفسي اعمل وطيفة طبيعية

يعني هم يبوني اتخصص مالية او ادارة اعمال بس هذا عكس شخصيتي تماما! وعارفه اني لو دخلته ممكن من فقدان الشغف ما اكمل

ولو كملت و توظفت فيه رح اكون مزرية في عمل مكتب او شركة وانا انسانه ما احب هذي البيئة بالنسبة لي أشوفها كتمة و كئيبة

وبس والله حابه اي احد ينصحني ويعطيني كلام واقعي وعن تجربة لو انت شخصيا في هذا الموقف او تعرف احد

او انت شخصيا تعمل طبيب بيطري او تعرف احد

عطوني تجاربكم استفيد منها

عادي لو الكلام فيه تحطيم لان ودي احد اصلا يحطني في امر الواقع

أنا طالبة سعودية في الرياض رح انتقل من الصف الثاني الثانوي الى ثالث ثانوي و حاليا قاعدة اعاني من ضغط القدرات والمدرسة

وخصوصا قاعدة اعاني من ضغوط اختيار التخصصات

كل ما قلت تخصص اهلي يرفضونه و يقولون غير صالح لسوق العمل و ماله مستقبل

وانا خلاص تعبت و افكر ادخل اي تخصص له مستقبل حتى لو مب عاجبني

لكن للاسف انا انسانه جدا شغوفة وللاسف شغفي يكمن في الحيوانات والتعامل معهم

يعني لو سالتوني وش مب بس تخصص احلامك لا كمان وش حياة احلامك؟ بقول لك اي عمل يسمح لي بالتعامل مع الحيوانات

طبعا اهلي حطموني و سفلوا فيني عشان ذا التخصص و قالوا ماله مستقبل في السعودية

عشان كذا جيت اسالكم هل فعلا كلام اهلي صحيح وهل باتباع شغفي انا قاعدة ارمي مستقبلي؟

اعرف ان التخصص هذا مب موجود في الرياض للاسف الشديد عشان كذا فكرت ادخل برنامج خادم الحرمين الشريفين للابتعاث في جامعات برا عندهم هذا المجال

بس انا كمان ابيهم يفهمون ان عندي اهداف

يعني بخلص دراسة وبعدها اتوظف باذن الله في عيادة بيطرية واخذ خبرة و ممكن حتى بعد ما ابني نفسي افتح عيادتي الخاصة!

بس طموحي مب بس تقتصر على العيادات

لا, انا كمان اطمح ابدا مشاريع و مؤسسات غير ربحية لانقاذ الحيوانات او ما شابه

عموما هذي مجرد افكار وما اقدر احدد شكل مستقبلي في عمر ال17

لكن انا الان امام خيارين

اخيب ظن اهلي واتبع ميولي

ولا اخيب ظن نفسي بس ارفع راس اهلي

وانا فكرت ممكن اجاريهم و ادخل تخصص "محترم" الين ما ابني نفسي و بعدها من فلوسي ادرس كمان بيطرة و افتح عيادة

بس صدق ما اتخيل نفسي اعمل وطيفة طبيعية

يعني هم يبوني اتخصص مالية او ادارة اعمال بس هذا عكس شخصيتي تماما! وعارفه اني لو دخلته ممكن من فقدان الشغف ما اكمل

ولو كملت و توظفت فيه رح اكون مزرية في عمل مكتب او شركة وانا انسانه ما احب هذي البيئة بالنسبة لي أشوفها كتمة و كئيبة

وبس والله حابه اي احد ينصحني ويعطيني كلام واقعي وعن تجربة لو انت شخصيا في هذا الموقف او تعرف احد

او انت شخصيا تعمل طبيب بيطري او تعرف احد

عطوني تجاربكم استفيد منها

عادي لو الكلام فيه تحطيم لان ودي احد اصلا يحطني في امر الواقع