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Once I was walking down Lower Haight and this homeless man asked me for some change or a cigarette. Confessing I had neither, the man then asked me for my philosophy. This took me aback as I had just declared my major in philosophy the day before. Having been thrust into a dense reflection at this impasse of meaning, I flatly said that I didn't have one. The homeless man replied to this to something to the idea of how I should get my shit together. Wanting nothing more to reflect more on the layman use of the word "philosophy," I agreed and walked on.
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