The Heartache and Confusion of Coming Into Queerness
Striving for academic achievement put me on autopilot. Now, I am finally feeling my way through liminal space.
“I can’t bear to do the same thing over and over every day anymore.”
For weeks, I had been whining to whoever was willing to listen about how I just wanted to be done with the biggest project I had ever undertaken: my Master’s thesis in philosophy. Then, on a random Thursday afternoon, I was in fact finally done.
I was officially finished ‘doing the same thing over and over.’
The banality of the moment when I submitted the document perplexed me. In reality, this is a huge milestone, yet it feels like the enormity of what I have just completed is only dawning on me days later.
I do not intend to walk you through my thesis timeline in this story. In many ways, it was all a blur anyway. The only thing that went according to plan was that I submitted a thesis on time that roughly discussed what I had outlined in my proposal.
No, what is much more interesting about the last nine months is the life that happened along the way and in between. It is because of my development that this project was as enormous as it was. In length, it was a little longer…
