Psychology and the wanking motion

Lately, whenever someone asks me what my major is, I say, 'psychology' and then make a wanking motion.

Not only is a BA in psych practically worthless, but it subjects you to awful, awful jokes made by adults. Among the most common:

'Psychology, huh? Take notes on MY family!!!'
'So, you getting a couch for people to lay on?'
'Are you going to analyze everything I do now? LOL.'
'Psychology? So, do you know what I'm thinking?'

Psychology is not writing books on wacky families or buying couches or having psychic mind-reading powers. Psychology is learning a little bit about addiction, memory, and mental disorders, then graduating and getting a job that has nothing to do with your degree.

Unless, of course, you go to graduate school, but that's much less common.

And nothing throws feelings of impending doom out the window like a satisfying Wendy's sandwich.
(Mmmm. Wendy's.)

I think most of all, majoring in psychology is about studying something because you it interests you, then realizing halfway through your mystic learning journey that studying what you like isn't good if it can't get you a job. Sell your dreams while you can, kids. They're all you'll have left after you sell your other stuff.