"Why would I want to major in English, even if I'm good [editor's note: relatively good at it] at it and I like it? It's shallow, and what those majors do is shallow. Studying that doesn't help anyone, you don't do anything, and you won't make money. Sure I need to repeat the first class in the major here, but I'll get through it."
"I suppose you're right, John."
I've never thought of what I have spent a chunk of my life doing as a shallow endeavor. Maybe if I did, I wouldn't be stultified by the writing and thinking process.
I think that it might be a little freeing to think about myself as a shallow individual. I mean, I do like art, aesthetics, cooking, literature and history and oh, don't forget design, furniture and architecture.
I am interested in world events, but I don't do anything to alleviate the world's ills except by being polite on metro. I can't heal people by operating on their brains or other organs, I don't teach children how to read, I didn't start a charter school in DC, I don't know how to fix a car and I don't know how to renovate a house single handedly. I can't program (or operate) a supercomputer; I can barely code in HTML.
It's starting to get hard to work in a place where many of the students are interested in the bottom line. Mind you, many of them aren't, but large numbers are. It's disheartening.
I'm not saying that I'm against capitalism or earning money. I just don't understand thinking in which undergrad=$$$$$!!!!!! Especially if once you earn that money, you're still the same philistine that started undergrad.
I guess I'm doomed to be shallow and poor. But certainly on my way to happy.