My grandma took the inexplicit route of telling me that she hopes I become a doctor, and it’s this inexplicit manner of expressing an intention that hurts the most,
because the intensity of it all just blows up.
I don’t want to be one, but she’d be so proud to see me in some labcoat working my guts out. (I do not mean it in a cynical way)
The negative externalities of me not becoming a doctor shouldn’t be stopping me from doing what I like, but it’s just too hard for me to disappoint her, or anyone else for that matter.