She told me at the kitchen table that I was too weak to study philosophy, that you learn things that are hard to take, that she can't believe what a bad idea it is for me to study philosophy. I was offended back then, speechless, I couldn't believe how stupid she apparently thought I was, I wanted to push her off her chair. Now I just think that she's nuts. Maybe I should ask her what she was talking about, I'm actually curious what kind of philosophy she had in mind, maybe Camus, she mentioned she doesn't like Camus because she thinks one has to kill oneself after reading him.