| For a brief moment today during my nonEuclidean geometry exam, I remembered why I loved being a math major. It was like the flash of excitement you get when you meet an ex-girlfriend who spurned you, and before all of the events come bubbling up in your memory - the cheating, the lying, the fights - you think, without being entirely cognicent of it, that maybe you can still love this person. Then reality comes crashing in and the history weighs on you. It makes me a nerd, but the same series of emotions happened to me today, and the only analog I could come up with was a former lover - something which used to make you happy to be alive, and which gave you something to live for. cranked out at 1:24 PM | |
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