Gifted at art, good at languages, passionate reader, abject failure at maths. Often misunderstood as a child, I have my extremely bad maths and psychotic teachers to thank for having brought me down the path I walk today. If this sounds familiar, your neural pathways will lead you to do satisfying and sometimes eccentric things all in the name of creativity. This means having to block your ears and go your own way despite the threats, entreaties and fear-mongering that are supposed to convince you to get a nice, dependable job.

Blah blah. I hate to break it to them, but there is no such thing as a nice, dependable job.