The Future (Introspective Post)

I know that this is not what I am meant to do with my life. The people I work with are nice, but I hate the idea of clearly not being their equal. There is a condescension in their disposition that drives me mad; they talk to me in ways that make it seem as if they view me like some people view the janitor, security guard, or secretary at their place of work: they are nice to me because they are not threatened by me. Nothing against anyone who happily does this kind of work for a living, but this is beneath me.