Why do you pretend to like mathematics?

Why do you pretend to like mathematics?

That's what autists do.

When you're smart but lazy, mathematics is the one and only way to get by in the real world.

You cheeky shitposter.

Math is complex. The complexity can encourage you or not. If it encourages you, then you may like it.

How much of a brainlet you have to be to not understand this?

This doesn't explain why you would pursue math in the first place.
>I like math because math is complex
Wow what a good reason to spend hours upon hours upon hours of your life on something.

It's better than spending hours upon hours upon hours of your life on something trivial.

I don't pretend to like it. I solve problems, user. It's what I do.

I was born good at it and in recent years I found out it doubles as a great job (or skill to get a job) and a great hobby. It is pretty good. And when someone shows me a nice problem I genuinely get excited by it and want to solve it but it is less about the problem and more about me. I was born being smart and I believe I am smart, so problems are like challenges. Am I really smart? If so then I should be able to solve those problems.

>good reason
user, if life would be ruled by human "reasoning" we wouldn't be spending time on this dumb imageboard.

How can you justify this behavior, if all that can be spouted is made-up excuses?

Fuck off, brainlet.

I wish I could be like you, f a m. I want to like maths because it seems pretty cool, but I can never get into it. It all seems ultimately pointless and boring. Maybe because I'm still at the beginner stages and have only studied up through calculus. Every time I try to learn linear algebra or real analysis I get bored.

You know, when I was younger, I always wondered "Why do people pretend to like clubs?". To me it was so obviously a terrible place to get stuck in. It's painfully loud, you are constantly forced to do stuff I hated to do, you can't talk to each other, the people smell weird and so much more. To me it seemed to be some sort of collective Stockholm syndrome that must have started eons ago.

Eventually I figured that this is just not true at all, or at least not completely. Most people that regularly visit clubs indeed to like to go there, as strange that seemed to be back then. I realized, that I'm just different from those people and can't just project who they are on me to judge them. People are different, back then I assumed there are just these two kinds of people.

I was like 16 back then and it was ten years ago. In the mean time, I realized that there aren't just two kinds of people, there are quite a bit more of them that are useful to differentiate. Polar opposites of aspects of what I am. It's hard for me not to think that they are stupid or insane, but they are not. They just have different priorities than me. It's easy to think you are just better than them, but in the end you are just different and we are all out on our individual paths through life without any way to determine which one is the best. One of my aunts is a completely broken drunkard who fucked around her whole life. Now she's as good as dead and she regrets nothing. She just did what she liked best, that's it.