I notice that I like to dabble in areas that interest me, but I don't like to be committed. Take mathematics, for instance. I am fascinated with certain areas of mathematics, and I like to dabble ... but I think I have lost patience with being overwhelmed.
The reason I have appreciated Schopenhauer all these years is because I am able to understand what he is writing about. He's not pretentious or purposely difficult. When something I am studying becomes too convoluted, I find myself losing patience with myself and life in general.
There is something that irks me about elite academicians. This is where I strongly embrace Schopenhauer's antagonism. I discovered when going to "university" how much posturing goes on. I did well enough, even exceptionally well, but it was because of the hours I spent in preparation, not because the material came easy to me. I am a slow thinker. This does not imply I wish I were a fast thinker.
I want to explore this gripe. It may be the tip of an iceberg that, if exposed, will shine a light on a massive mountain of accredited bull-S-H-I-T.