a message to college kids

I often end up talking late into the night with my friends who despise their careers. There is one particular man who has told me that he can't stand being a doctor. He tells me that he is so sick and tired of sticking his hand up old ladies' assholes. I try to assuage the pain that he feels, but also try to give him a healthy dose of reality. The choice to become a doctor comes with certain pitfalls that are perhaps unseen. He agrees with me, but says that his tolerance has worn off.

This message goes out to all the college kids dreaming of a future. Make sure you know what you are getting yourself into. I became a teacher and was ill prepared when a student of mine threw an exam in my face and called me a 'fucking faggot.' In the case of my doctor friend, he had no idea how much time he would be spending probing an old hole that deserves to be left alone.

I could see how my friend was fed up, but he did not have to go into the field of medicine. It is our choices that bring on unimaginable situations. I suggested that he quit medicine and sit on the couch for the rest of his life with me serving as his butler.