That I will spend my life unemployed since it is a useless course.
I’ve been employed way before I entered college and had no difficulties finding work as an undergrad and as a graduate. Being employed is a combination of the person’s educational background, ability, and willpower.
That it is a useless course.
It is not. You may have read this time and again but the strenuous mental exercises we have been subjected to in college have equipped us with better interpersonal, logical, speaking, and writing skills. Besides, what constitutes a useful course anyway? The rate in which its grads are in demand? Every generation has an “in-demand” course. A course will only be useless if opt not to practice what you’ve learned while studying it.
That I want to be a lawyer, a priest, or a professor.
Don’t get me wrong, I think the aforementioned things are noble professions but there are different career opportunities for philo grads aside from teaching, tending to the flock, or grandstanding. There are Philo grads who went the corporate route, and interestingly, there are even a few who have forayed into IT.
That I constantly want to engage in a debate with you.
I am argumentative by nature so don’t blame my major for that. Besides, I won’t waste time talking to you if all you want to do is present me with fallacious statements. We might as well move on to more productive things.
That I want to discuss politics and religion with you.
I’m traditional when it comes to that. Those are two topics I would likely never get myself into out of respect for other people’s beliefs.
That I’m an atheist.
For the record, I’m not. Though I’m not a fan of organized religion and heavily doubt the existence of heaven and hell, I still believe in a Superior Being.
That I can discuss Kant and Aristotle on command.
From time to time, I may need to consult my notes or (gasp!) Google, to remember what the sages said. Besides, nobody understands Kant.
That everything I say is metaphorical
When I say I need to go to the restroom, there is no subliminal message there. I just really need to go to the restroom.
That I don’t like talking to people.
Reflecting without sharing is not only selfish, it also defeats the purpose of philosophizing.
That I think like Einstein.
Though I know some people who like to think of themselves as intellectuals; Philosophy, in general, has taught me that we only know so little and there is so much to learn in such a short lifetime.
That I have the answers to everything.
Oh I wish I did.
That I walk around with a pained expression on my face brought about by my constant mulling of life.
It’s most probably constipation.