In the following scenario, let us define B as a friend from French class. French is one of those things that I frequently accuse of being meaningless (or at least pointless), confusing, and often painful (see also literature, art, philosophy, psychology, and sometimes even music). Which is obviously why I keep trying to learn and do it.
B also did not get to hear the bulk of this conversation, because I thought of it later. He started it, though.
E: Just because I think it's meaningelss and confusing doesn't mean I won't work to be good at it.
B: A remarkably effective philosophy for surviving and thriving in college.
E: There's this pesky idelaism demon, though, that objects to my doing anything without meaning it. Makes for a lot of rationalizing, existential crises, and internal pep talks. Though I often wonder whether everyone doesn't experience life in much the same way?