My retina specialist asked me if I had plans for marriage and I laughed so hard my retina nearly detached.

While I could PROBABLY buy a home, as I do have a decent amount of savings (over six figures), that is the ONLY milestone of conventional success I could meet.

I'm extremely ugly (only rated 6-8) and am not charismatic, nor do I have a lot of friends.

I basically have nothing going for me in my life. I have a shit-tier low-level corporate job that pays me $60K a year with overtime included.

I'm jealous of all the people that are married, more social, more attractive, and happier than me, and going to med school is the only thing that would alleviate that envy, as I'd finally be building something for myself that I truly love and care about and not just being the outsider 24/7 who never succeeded at anything besides getting into UC Berkeley.

I have some B's on my transcript in math, organic chemistry, and stuff like that, but so the FUCK WHAT? I'm now earning all A+ grades in my postbacc and my science GPA is now a 3.67. Plus, I went to UC MOTHERFUCKING BERKELEY, BABY. I wasn't getting B's at Snoozeville Beer Keg State.

Yes, I live in CA, and yes, I am ORM, but FUCK IT. There are attendings, residents, and med students with literal fucking C's on their transcript, so I belong as much as they do.

I'm DONE letting my peers pass me in marital, social, financial, and career milestones. DONE. So I'm going to med school to be a psychiatrist. If it fails after immense effort, a PhD in clinical psychology. I'm insanely verbally talented and all too familiar with strong emotions, so I'm succeeding either way.

LMAO is this a psychologically healthy reason to want to be in medicine?

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=5789651&forum_id=2most#49373410)