Life, man

   Honestly, I have no idea what I want to do anymore. I love writing and literature and debate and politics, but I find myself increasingly bored by those topics (not politics, hehe) while more and more excited about mathematics and sciences. I really have no clue of what field I want to go into. There are so many things I'm passionate about yet too lazy or too afraid of failing at to do.
   What I know for sure, though, is that I'd love to work my own hours; not necessarily my own hours, but I'd love to have a job that's not filled with deadlines. Probably too unrealistic. I don't know, I guess I'd like to be allowed time -and I mean TIME- to think through whatever I'd be working on , and, if necessary, to change, to correct, and to improve it. I have a really big problem with working under pressure. Having an environment that says "work" also appeals to me because it prevents me from mixing the personal part with the professional part of my life. It sets a clear visual barrier, so that helps. I want to love what I do. Nonetheless, I don't want it to consume me, so I need to have time away from it. That doesn't make any sense... I mean, I hope I enjoy what I do as much as I possibly can, but I don't want it become who I am. I don't want it to be such a huge part of my life that it leaks into what makes me, well, me. Summarizing: A job that I love and have time to dedicate myself to. A job that has more than two weeks of vacation per year. Oh, and, of course, a job that provides me with a sufficient amount of money to survive without being completely miserable or with a fully-craigslist decorated apartment. Please, God, don't make me have to buy 100th-hand furniture because 95% of my paycheck goes towards my electric bill.