Hatred and Math

I Hate Everything and Anything About Mathematics First things first, the title is a lie. I don’t hate Mathematics, but I don’t have overwhelming positive emotions regarding it either nor am I entirely lacking an opinion regarding the matter. My stand on Mathematics is it’s necessary, but it’s hard. Like really hard. People usually think that the Moh’s scale of hardness ends with the diamond at number 10, but really there are 2 more things Moh forgot to put as he lacked time. One, a woman’s heart at 11 and Mathematics at 12. Ok, I made up the last part, but in my eyes and most of the general public’s it’s mostly true. I first met Math when I was young. He gave me a hard time. Back in the days of flashcards and simple addition, I shied away from the numbers and rapid computations. It wasn’t because I sucked at it or I hated competing with others, but mainly because I tend to overthink things and worry too much and end up miserably failing. To this day, I need a calculator (when allowed) to see if I added 1+1 correctly. Math is fun, but only when Math takes it easy on you or lets you understand him/her. The feeling of solving a problem is one of life’s greatest joys, that and seeing a Toki with space 10 minutes before your next class. There are days though when Math seemingly hates you (which is practically everyday for none mathletic people) and wants to ruin your life and steal everyone you hold dear away from you. Really, if you don’t understand the lesson, this is what Math feels like. The only thing you can do is try to appease him/her by spending time with him/her and trying to understand what he/she wants you to know. It is troublesome, but since Math is necessary in a whole bunch of areas and fields you have to work with her for good. Math is a necessary evil. Maybe not evil, but just really hard. It is a necessary hard thing that is at times fun. That is what I truly think of Mathematics. I stand by my opinion on Math, and in time I know Math and I