Then I entered college and it wasn’t fun anymore.
While reading Marx, Spinoza and Descartes is interesting, reading about Macroeconomy and Game Theory is not. Still I have to read them all, because if not…well, things go wrong.
Then, there is the amount of things to read. Every week I have to read at least 300 pages (plus extra readings to really understand what the author is refering to) of heavy theorical themes.
Also, you better understand what the hell Aristotles meant when he wrote soul (which is not the same to what other philosophers thought)because you might be missing the whole point of the lecture, and when it’s your turn to participate you will get it wrong, which means you’ll get a zero for that day.
After class, I can’t make my brain stop blabling about what I just read and learned so that I can concentrate in the next theme and start all over again.
It’s 5 am wake up, read, drive, traffic, read, class, read, eat, read, class, lecture,class, read, drive, traffic, eat, read, sleep.
Worse of all is that when I try to read things I liked before (to distract myself) the paragraphs become too superficial and the ideas too simple. I’m either too bored or tired to keep reading.
It feels like riding a bike with training wheels when you already know how to ride a bike. It used to be fun, but it no longer is.