About That Degree

Ok. Ha, ha. It was really funny to begin with, but now it's not funny anymore. Yes, I know I'm a giant weirdo who moved across the country and got a master's in religious studies. No, I don't know what I'm doing with it. Yes, I'm crazy. Now please leave me alone about it.

I'm tired of answering that damn question over and over -- "what are you going to do with that?" Particularly when said question is accompanied by rolled eyes or a smirk or a sarcastic tone. Or having that little joke made at my expense.

You know what? I have no clue what I'm "going to do with it." In fact, I plan on "doing" nothing with it, just to confuse people. I got the degree for myself. I wanted to have an experience and learn some stuff.

I can understand being curious about why someone decided to do something. I can understand being curious about how they went about it or what the end result was. But I cannot understand the constant nagging attention that my education choices get.

Now please, stop asking and joking and making me miserable about it.