The unique reason I was told not to major in Philosophy

Hi, my name is Sarah and I am majoring in Philosophy.

Now that the introductions are over because I don't care who you are, I can get to my blog post. That was sarcasm and I feel the need to point it out because I have enough trouble trying to convince people I am not rude.

I have been told by many different people not to major in philosophy. Most people when I tell them my major is philosophy say nothing but there is the odd person that comes out with some weird comment.

Before I get to the unique reason, here is a list of things people have said to me after I told them I was majoring in philosophy:

"So, do you like sciences or maths at all?"

"Haha, so you can find the meaning of life?"

"What's philosophy? Is that like psychology?"

"Why?"

"Who is your favourite philosopher?"

"What are you going to do with that?"

"You know what philosophers do, right?"

"Hahahhahaha"

"You can't do anything with a degree in philosophy"

Usually after I tell people that I am majoring in philosophy they tend to avoid eye contact like I'm some kind of gadfly that's going to fly into their eyes or something.

Anyways, on Tuesday I was talking to 2 psychiatrists (I will explain why I was talking to two psychiatrists in a separate blog post, soon) and I told them I was majoring in philosophy and then they said something along the lines of
"Maybe philosophy isn't the best major for you because your brain is more in the air and you need to stay grounded".

The whole time they were explaining this to me I was thinking about society and stuff I should've probably been telling them but they were pissing me off with that comment.

I was thinking "Yes, my ideas are different, they aren't normal, they aren't 'grounded' but they are realistic."

If I said that I thought my ideas were realistic to them, I think they would've died of laughter.

Why are my ideas realistic? Societally, they are not realistic. I don't think god exists and for some reason that seems preposterous to people. Yet realistically, god doesn't exist.

I don't think life has meaning, I am a nihilist and to society that seems weird. Yet realistically, life has no natural purpose. It has a societal purpose.

My ideas are raw, my beliefs aren't beliefs except when facts don't exist and my ideas are depressing. My ideas are depressing. It feels nice to say that.

But the thing is that since my ideas are depressing, suddenly that makes me not 'grounded' because having depressive thoughts isn't normal. That should be a question not a statement. Are depressive thoughts not normal?

Depressing thoughts are normal. I heard a statistic on the radio that said 1 in 5 people of people are diagnosed with depression or have depression at some point in their life. If 1/5 of people have depression it is not even that far fetched of a thing to have then, is it?

Anyways, I wasn't diagnosed with depression by these psychiatrists, but that's besides the point.

The point is that I am the most grounded person I know. I am more realistic than most people I know. Maybe my ideas aren't the "norm" but they are certainly more realistic than whatever the hell most people are thinking these days. So if being a non-conformist isn't being grounded than I can't wait to start floating the fuck around in my no-gravity zone. There's not much traffic up there, so I don't have to wait or worry about being late to work. I can just float the fuck out of that shit.

Oh goodness, I just realized I said "My ideas are raw" earlier. I am keeping it there for hilarity's sake, but don't you ever let me say that again.


If I told you I was majoring in philosophy, what would you say?
Do you have a weird major or major in philosophy like me, how do you respond to people's comments?

#29 30 Day Writing Challenge- 5 Weird Things I like

This prompt is really hard. I do more weird things than I have weird things.

5 Weird Things I like:

1. I feel like I've mentioned this in another blog a long time ago, but I have this blanket that I've had literally since I was born (it was in my crib). It's nothing too special, it has worn down, quite a bit, but I still sleep with it, most nights. Not because it is a security blanket or I miss my childhood, but because it makes a great pillow. The material it is made out of makes it easy for my to put it into a ball to use as a pillow. It's weird, but I like it.

2. Going for walks, alone, at night. It seems like the creepiest thing to go for lonely walks by yourself at night... it is... but I like it. I just like to spend time thinking while going for a walk because it clears my head, but I like the dark because... well it is the dark. Nobody can see me. So I like that.

3. I like getting my hair played with. I feel like this isn't overly weird, as a lot of people like getting their hair played with. It's relaxing. I guess it's just weird because it can be awkward and it's not really socially acceptable to do in public.

4. Tarot. I don't commit to the belief in being able to tell the future, but I do like to play with tarot cards. It's fun to play with them, and just to think about the future, even if it's not accurate.

5. Eating icecream or yogurt with an orange peeler thing. We have these orange peelers that are somewhat sharp on one end, but it's just like a long stick with a bit of an edge on the horizontal side. When I am at home eating yogurt or ice cream, I use that side to scrape it and then eat it. I think it slows down the eating process so I can enjoy it more. Either way, it's more fun.

I'm a pretty weird person though. I used to be more "random" weird. But now I'm just awkward weird. It's all good.

What weird things do you like, or own?

My Dream.. erm nightmare.

I have two other blog posts that I want to post (eventually), but I am posting this one first because it just happened.

I had a dream last night. It was really, really weird (like all of my dreams).

But the weirdest part of it, was what happened in real life...

Let me start with what happened in my dream:

I dreamt that I was trying to help this person with a personal problem. I couldn't figure out how to help her, and it wasn't a major problem or anything, it was just something small. Anyways, in my dream I decided to beat this person in the head with a really long-handled wrench. I cracked open her skull, and kept beating her until she was unconscious. In my dream I was taken away by these two random guys, who just sat me down (in what I think was a jail) but were talking in front of me, about how to punish me for beating this person. They kept calling it a "therapy punish" which was kind of weird to me. Anyways, I didn't know what was happening, and they took me to a hospital. Through a window at the hospital, they forced me to watch her surgery. At the time, I thought I had killed her, but I hadn't. I had to watch them sew together her head again, while she was laying on a hospital bed. I was completely absent of emotion during this whole thing. Anyways, they realized that I wasn't reacting to her, so they just had me sit and wait in this room for a few days, until she was wheeled in a wheelchair into my room. They told me I just had to talk to her. So I just started up a conversation, but she wouldn't respond. I kept talking and she was just staring at me, blankly, while sitting in this wheelchair. In my dream, I then realized I had caused her severe brain damage. In my dream I started breaking down crying and I felt bad. They then just took me away from her.

That's all I remember of my dream...

Although this is EXTREMELY CREEPY and COMPLETELY UNLIKE me... it isn't the weirdest part.

This morning when I woke up, I didn't remember the dream, but I had a little headache. I went to school, and everything was normal. I ran into my friend at her locker during my first period spare, and we were just talking, and then the person who the dream was about walked by, after she walked by I was just thinking to myself "Why do I feel bad?" and after I walked away from my friend, I remembered my dream. It wasn't even gradual, it just kind of popped into my memory again. I was actually really freaked out about it, because I was like "How can my subconscious be imagining these horrid things?". I was really concerned for my mental sanity, and then I realized the fact that I realized my dream was really messed up, proves the fact that I am sane.

Now I am asking myself why I am blogging this. I just think it is really weird. Somewhat entertaining I guess.

Thank goodness it wasn't real.