Quote of the day: "Do not worry about your problems in Mathematics. I can assure you mine are still greater."- Albert Einstein

     I'm not sure if I've bitched about this before here at Battle Ready; God knows I've gone on and on about it at various points in my life, and I can't really be bothered with remembering if I'm repeating myself or not. Here's the thing: I hate math. I hate Mathematics. So much. I just... I hate it so much.

     Now, I understand its importance in everything. Literally, everything. Mathematics is beautifully entwined in every facet of life, from nature to science to even religion. I can appreciate the commentary on a great and true formula, and the story it tells. The route taken through numbers, only to be amazed at where the journey ends. That's all great and fine and good, but I don't really want to go there.

     I am grateful that there are people who love it. People that wake up in the middle of the night and furiously jot down theorems that were hinted at in sleep, only to feel that they are one step away from truth. I like thinking that somewhere, someone is discovering the inherent beauty in Mathematics and what it holds true.

     I even envy those people. Mathematics is sunshine, and I am just a sorry leper watching people play on the beach. I see that people enjoy it, and I know that it is good; it just hurts so damn much.

     And I know that whomever wrote the problems in my homework from tonight hates people like me, and enjoys imagining my torture.