I am interested in just about everything I read, when I read it. This is exciting and intellectually stimulating, but not very focused. As I am looking around for the perfect grad school, the perfect career, the perfect thesis topic, I find my multiplicity of interests (to use a sociological phrase) somewhat detrimental. Perhaps I am a true liberal art-ist, but is there any place to put that in this world? I know, I know, I'm supposed to create my own niche to fit me, rather than trying to fit myself into some prefab slot (eww). But how can I figure out what to do if it's never been done before? Or am I just looking in the wrong places?

I think my preoccupation with self and identity may be blinding me to alternate ways of living/being/doing. My friend was trying to articulate her philosophy to me, as philosophers will, and I kept getting hung up on the self. If we can only experience ourselves through an individual consciousness, how can we ever truly connect to an "other" or "others"? The more I think about this, the more I see my own limitations, perhaps stemming from an immature, or inexperienced, point of view. I don't really get how to connect to people, or to something "greater" than myself. Obviously, I am not affiliated with any religion - a position I've always worn as a badge of courage. But I wonder if I'm missing out on the big kahuna by refusing to connect to a spirituality. (Am I refusing? Does this imply that there is something to refuse?) I've always thought that I worshipped at the altar of the psyche, which is all well and good as an ironic intellectual position. However, it does not function as a worldly emotional recipe.