Over beer, avocado wraps and corn fritters, I had a conversation with a friend of mine about our favorite subjects in school. It wasn’t too hard to guess the blogger’s favorite subject. And it was no surprise to me that he liked math. From the surface, the consensus seems to be that women (usually) prefer English while men (usually) prefer math.
Math is very logical. 1 + 1 = 2. For every problem, there’s a right or wrong answer. That’s it. English on the other hand. Well, have you had honors English courses? I had them my entire life #notsohumblebrag. A good percentage of your semester is spent reading literature, and analyzing the shit outta them.
It’s no secret women tend to overthink more than men. I, myself am constantly looking at life and wondering why? This is probably why math frustrated me so much. Pi is 3.14. Why? Because math. Log2(8)=3? Why? Because fucking math.
I blame the self-sabatoging of my relationships on my affinity for English. When something doesn’t work out, my initial reaction is to find out why. I want answers, even if they aren’t the answers I want to hear. I know I can’t solve everything, but I at least want to understand. Because my go-to answer is to assume I just wasn’t good enough. After all, the common denominator in all my failed relationships is ME. And if I’m doing my calculations correctly, there’s a 50/50 chance me and you will work out. Why not take the chance? Something just isn’t adding up.
Sigh. I wish I was better at math. Engineers make way more money than writers.