Full-point

Is there period in everyone's life where they acknowledge their weakness as mostly permanent and devote their time almost exclusively to what they are good at?

Is this an appropriate response to aging?

Is it possible to devote one's energy entirely to filling in the blanks, focusing on the improvement of every weakest trait? Is this an appropriate response to boredom? Existential crisis? Stagnation?

Basically, I don't know what classes to sign up for. I don't even know what major I want to pursue. Hell, from time to time I'll wake up at night and not even know what state I'm in.

I am indecisiveness incarnate.

I am the recursive self-circling Panswitch of Pandora.

I am B's dreamily sighing prostate.