Yeah man. I literally remember having an argument with my father standing in the corner of the room saying "I literally don't think I have the mental faculty at 17 to decide what I want to do with my life." He got angry and quickly tried to live out his unfulfilled career dreams through his son. Unfortunately I tusted the wisdom of my father. Years later I'm unhappy and he still thinks less of me after picking a major he considers dull.
I didn't even have control over my own bank account until I was in year 13, own a computer, have a license, a job, a car, my own furniture, many hobbies or anything and I was expected to:
-learn how to be financially viable throughout university
-pick a career that would stay marketable for 20-30 year
-pick something I was passionate about before working a single day in the field
-pick something that would be seen as "interesting" by other people
-learn how to network and gather internships
-learn how my income taxes and mortgages would kick in
-sacrifice living in any other country unless I pay extortionate rates
-consider the lost 3-4 years income and the knowledge starting salaries are poor
-ultimately it would be my fault when everything went tits up
In short this one decision has left me a husk of confused emotions.