You know, RogueRanters, I once took a Philosophy class, and let’s just say it wasn’t for me.
Far from dull, as I’m sure you were expecting me to say (?), it was an exciting, thrilling class to be a part of. It was on the philosophy of law, but good lord, my classmates were so dull. I thought to myself, gee, philosophy is really something, but if I had to sit through 2+ years of philosophy majors bumbling around, pretending that they’ve read the text, only to arrogantly upchuck some bullshit terminology like they’re spewing words straight from God’s mind, I’d drop out for sure.
To this day, I seriously do not know how I passed that class. Mostly because the writing style preferred for philosophy, at least from this professor, required me to adhere to strict structural rules that literally put me to sleep when writing terms papers. A nice, very enthusiastic professor, to be certain, but RogueRanters, I’ve found that the majority of people who want to sit around and study philosophy for 2+ years are the same lads and lassies who sit around, while drunk, and want to have deeply-involved conversations about life.
ME? I just want to dance around, kiss people cheek’s, and tell the whole, entire world how much I absolutely adore them.
Is that shallow and utterly peripheral of me?
I heart you, philosophy nerds, but that is one deep, dark, winding road of enlightenment I cannot follow you down.
You got me?
PS. Best thing about that class? -The professor brought bagels (yes! bagels!) to the class for the finals. (Like I said, she was a peach, truly.)
