You’re joking right? At 22 years old I would get depressed if a girl didn’t want to date me anymore. Or my resume got rejected. Or if my haircut was bad. And I imagine if I had been a philosophy major it would have been SO MUCH worse!
At age 22 I was disappointed that there were girls who didn’t date me. A few decades later I said “Thank God they didn’t.” (Yes, I’m married, over 30 years to the same woman.)