Posting here for traffic.
I've been thinking a lot about this recently. I'm just wondering why I do this to myself.
When I was a kid, apart from sleepovers at my friends house, I hated being away from home. This continued into my teenage years and young adult hood. I stayed at home for university. Rather than getting a flat in my hometown, I decided to move to the United States for six months.
I hate confrontation and dealing with difficult people, but rather than go into a career where I would avoid that, I decided to take up a career where I was dealing with these kinds of people all day every day.
These are just a couple of examples, but I seem to have this need to do an extreme of something that I hate. I could pick an easier path, but I never seem to do that. It's almost like I'm punishing myself for some reason.
I lost a parent as a child, and I'm not sure if that is related to this.
I'm not even sure why I've posted this. Maybe just to get my thoughts out, or perhaps someone else can relate?