Math. No, seriously.
Especially Algebra. One day, after taking the algebra regents test, I was seriously contemplating suicide. I know it sounds pathetic, but something about it makes me feel meaningless. Like I'm a total waste, and no matter what I do, I'll die in fifty years, and no one will know who I really was. People will remember me how they wanted to, not how I wanted to me remembered. If I'm even remembered at all.
But you know what would keep going? Numbers. It can't be changed, it can't be affected. I could become the smartest mathematician in the world, and I couldn't change them. Anything I think of would have already been known to the universe, it was just hiding it from me.
And now I feel pathetic.
Especially Algebra. One day, after taking the algebra regents test, I was seriously contemplating suicide. I know it sounds pathetic, but something about it makes me feel meaningless. Like I'm a total waste, and no matter what I do, I'll die in fifty years, and no one will know who I really was. People will remember me how they wanted to, not how I wanted to me remembered. If I'm even remembered at all.
But you know what would keep going? Numbers. It can't be changed, it can't be affected. I could become the smartest mathematician in the world, and I couldn't change them. Anything I think of would have already been known to the universe, it was just hiding it from me.
And now I feel pathetic.