"oh no, not for me, not for me,
call it torture call it university,
arts and crafts is all i need,
i'll take calligraphy and then i'll make a fake degree."
this isn't the end of the world.
you're not dying, you know.
not now, anyway.
you're not on a journey towards the sun.
you're not trying to defeat an evil dark lord from using a ring for his evil, demented purposes.
you don't have to save any damsels in distress.
you don't have to use magic to defend a castle. you have no magic powers. you have no castle.
you don't need to beg.
there is no need to grovel. start a war. kill a cat. go against your values.
why are you so pissed off and nervous about this stupid dissertation proposal?
because it sucks, that's why.