Non-conformity was anathema to my ‘rents.
They wanted me to be a secretary.
[rofl]
All my talents were ‘useless’ *except* for times I got my face in the paper for winning some art or spelling contest or they featured me looking suitably studious and intellectual some goofy PTA ‘scholastic achievements’ school self-promo film.
[lord I hope they’ve burned that film]
Then, I was The Golden Child.
My ‘useless art talent’ eventually translated into $2K murals on Harleys.
Wasn’t so pointless, then.
You had good parents.
[mine literally cringed whenever I said “Why (fill in the blank)?”
Mom said I was switched by Gypsies.
:)
A wrong career choice can be a source of frustration for sure-I paid homage to my education for more years than I like to remember, before I was able to get back to working with my hands, which I love.