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Since I was a child, it was like every event in my life related to my future wanted me to end up in Psychology. One of my aunts told me to take it so I could get a relatively easy job in HR. My junior high school years were spent thinking over which strand I should take in senior high school. Of course, I chose Humanities and Social Sciences. It was almost like fate that I end up in Psychology and by then, I've already taken an interest in the human mind. How it works, why it works, you know, the basics. As dire as it may sound, my relationship with my abusive aunt solidified this interest as I put many hours into thinking why she was the way she was, why she treated me the way she did, what was the best way to handle her that caused the minimal amount of emotional turmoil (on me; I could care less how she felt at that point), etcetera.