Most people don't have a cause though. An endgame. An all-consuming objective that eats away almost every waking second of their days. I tried it. Working a normal job, though the hours were irritating, they weren't long (rotating days and evenings, but I spend more time studying in 3 days now than I'd ever spend in a week working then, so it was comparatively lax). I was engaged, planned on having kids, etc. But the thing is, without some new, big goal, everything just felt really empty. The little goals of everyday living just weren't enough for me, in a way that's really hard to describe. I was alive, but without a purpose; I didn't feel like I was actually living. Most people don't understand that feeling- the act of living alone is its own reward, and the pleasures of day-to-day life can make them content. But all the mountain climbing and skydiving and weight lifting in the world don't amount to a calling unless you make them your life- they're just activities. Some of us, the really motivated or damaged or idealistic, whatever our reasons, need a calling to be happy. Whether that's becoming a doctor, building a real estate empire, getting a gold medal, or summiting a mountain no one has ever touched before, we need that. We feel like we're dying on the inside without it.
Now, as to special, I never claimed to be that. I claimed to be different than most people, in personality and motivation. Normal here is the societal baseline of goals and ambitions and what makes people happy. There's a reason the vast majority of my friends wouldn't consider medical school as an option- it's ****ing nuts to them. My friends see me running around the country, working my ass off for years on end, first with the prerequisites, now with medical school, and they ask me how in the hell any of this could be worth it. I could be spending time with my girlfriend, I could be getting married. I could be going on the yearly camping trips, coming to the weekend barbecues. I could see my family more than once a year, that might be nice. I had a good job, why would I give it up just to go through all of this just to get a slightly better job roughly a decade from now? And for all the **** I'm going through I'm paying damn near a half million dollars plus interest? All so I can fight with CMS and hospital administration for the rest of my life? It seems insane to them, and there's a damn good chance it actually is. There's a reason only 1.77% of people in the United States ever obtain a doctorate-level education, after all.
And I don't think I'm smarter than most people- I'm equally as stupid, only in different ways.
I don't really care to get into the 9-5 thing, but why not, let's do it. Roughly half of my friends work the 9-5, the rest typically work 40 hours with an occasional overtime shifts to buy something nice for themselves. Even the ones that aren't working the M-F still have 36-40 hour schedules, just with rotating days. I had a pretty good job myself before heading back to med school, full time pay for three days a week, with six figure income potential if I decided to put in a fourth. Any time anyone mentions reasonable work hours outside of medicine around here, there's always naysayers insisting it isn't possible, that hours are just as crazy outside of medicine as they are inside of it. This despite the fact that the average workweek is 35 hours throughout the country overall, and that half of full-time workers work 40 or less hours per week. What this all amounts to is only 54.86 million working Americans put in over 40 hours a week. Yeah, that's nearly one in four workers, but it certainly isn't everyone. There's plenty of decent jobs out there, with reasonable hours and pay, if you have the right skills and know where to look.