Why I need math.

I’ve noticed recently that every time I’m mad or stressed or sad or there’s something bothering me, I do math. It took me until just yesterday to figure out why.

Math is pretty black and white—there’s a right answer, and there is a wrong answer. There is no in between. No hard thinking or anything. It’s just simply going through a process to sort out the unnecessary information from that of which you do not know.

I wish that life was more like this. When it comes to things that make me upset, I wish there was a way for me to just push everything aside to get exactly what I need so I can solve the problem and move onto the next. There’s no thinking, “what if I do this?” or “what if I do that?” It’s just straightforward and no matter what process you use, you’ll end up with the same thing. No wasted time or energy or thoughts. It’s so simple and organized that there’s no real way to mess it up.

I just want to do math all day every day. Is that too much to ask?