I see weird people

And I don't know what to do with them. I don't like them, I'm weirded out by them.

To think that I used to want to be a counsellor. How can i sincerely want to be one when I actually avoid the real people that i come across in my life who are not "normal" emotionally/mentally? 

A counsellor is supposed to talk to these very un-"normal" people, have empathy, and try to help them.

Fail lah. I can't do it. I don't want to do it.

It'd take a miracle if were to end up one eventually. It'd take lotsa work to rekindle that once-childhood ambition of mine. God's work, not mine. Only if He calls, because right now, I'm totally not willing. Perhaps I thought too highly of myself last time hahaha.