I would really love to live in a math-free world, but have come to accept the fact (with a large amount of figurative kicking and screaming) that math is a necessity of life. Like salad and voting, math is one of those things you do because you have to...death from clogged arteries, and living in a state of anarchy or dictatorship would suck, so you eat salad and vote to prevent those things from happening, even though it's not fun and you'd rather spend your time looking for bacon pictures on Pinterest. While an existence without math sounds like an unholy delight, it just ain't happening for reasons of practicality. I am forced to add, subtract and all that other shit, but I don't have to like it. I will unhappily use your stupid numbers, I will grudgingly embrace percentages and I will restrain myself from giving geometry a well-deserved karate-chop in the esophagus
However the minute any letters are introduced to math? All fucking bets are off
|The only explanation for algebra|
And what about pi? What the hell is pi supposed to even be about?? Is it a string of numbers that holds the answers to all the questions in the universe or did some smartass math freak decide to come up with a bunch of random numbers and pretend it's important as hell for some convoluted reason, because really, who the fuck is going to check??
|My head just exploded|
Most days, math just makes me feel like this:
|But strippers have to be able to calculate how many more beers the drunk idiot stuffing $5s down her g-string needs to have before he starts stuffing $100s in there because he's too polluted to notice the difference. Damn you math...you're everywhere|