Cheese

I was walking out on Telegraph today on my way to the bank, and I stopped at the red light at the intersection of Durant and Telegraph. As I stood there waiting for the signal to walk, I overheard these three people talking.
"So what made you become premed?"
"Well it was because of my back injury. I was in so much pain, and I realized that it is the amazingness of my body giving me my back pain. I was just amazed at how the body works, and also how the doctors were able to fix my back problem and completely change my life."
The guy said all of this with a great big smile showing his perfectly white teeth, there was almost a tone of arrogance in his voice. Listening to this tall white guy with blond hair, his light blue Abercrombie shirt with its collars popped, khaki shorts, and Birkenstocks, I felt a great sense of CHEESE and it really annoyed the hell out of me. Okay, I know I'm being very judgemental here, this guy has every right to say whatever he wants, but I don't know why, I am just so annoyed. Maybe I'm just annoyed and jealous because this guy knows why he wants to become a doctor, yet I am sitting here and I have no good reason for why I want to be a doctor. Actually, I do have a reason, but I can't formulate this all out and get the idea wrapped around my head. Everything seems so disconnected and all over the place.

I am going to Guatemala this summer to help build a health clinic. I am SOOOO EXCITED!! I'm hoping that working in a developing country and actually witnessing the challenges and hardships first hand will open my eyes. Maybe for once, I'll find a reason to fight for.