About That Degree
Aug. 15th, 2006 08:12 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sleepymaggieOk. 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.
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.
