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Newton's Law

I like math. That was probably my first problem. I wasn't a nerd, liking math doesn't make me a nerd, in fact I had plenty of friends, threw parties at my house went to parties at other people's houses. I just like math. The reason why was my problem. I found it easy. They give you a rule and you apply it. It's simple, sometimes they throw a curve ball at you but it's the same rule, it never changes. Math isn't unique, it doesn't have to be unique, it just has to be right.

I don't like to think, I don't question what I'm told. Thinking meant caring, and I don't. I can't understand why people debated over stupid topics that didn't involve them, I can't understand how people could tell other people what's wrong and what's right. Why cause unnecessary stress on yourself? Caring so much only led to problems. I don't do problems, unless you could apply a rule to them.

My friends never get mad at me over something silly. I don't like drama and they know that. If they had gotten mad at me I probably would have waited for it to blow over as if nothing happened. I love my friends they're funny, I make them laugh and they make me laugh. That's friendship. If they have a problem I will let them talk to me, just so they have someone to listen to them. As long as it doesn't involve me I'm all ears.

Believe it or not I have pretty dramatic friends. Every problem is a big problem. I'm not sure if it's because we're still in high school or if it's just because they haven't adapted to the concept of life being unfair 50% of the time.

Just because I don't like drama doesn't mean I have a perfect life. I just roll with the punches, it's easier that way. As my mom likes to put it 'dumb English'. Although I'm not sure why she calls it that, the concept is simple, play dumb in the face of stupidity.

I've worked my stress to a simple equation everyone can understand.

Everyday life equals problems. You can't avoid problems, even undefined problems; problems that have yet to come are unavoidable. There isn't any limit, there for the limit is infinity. With a limit you approach the problem without ever having to touch it, but you run into trouble. It has to be defined at a certain point, so you have to put work in it. So you beat it down by factoring it, and you multiply out by the reciprocal and you hope to dear god that this will be the end of it. In the end it works out, and if it doesn't work out, it doesn't exist. That's a rule.

I don't think outside of my box of rules. That's where my first problem comes into play.

She was my second problem.

She said math was bendable, unique; every problem had its own answer, every rule had something special about it. 3.14 wasn't just a number to her. Ln wasn't a log. A limit could never truly not exist because we wouldn't be searching for something that wasn't there in the first place.

She listened to music and actually understood the lyrics, the message the artist was trying to send out, she felt it with them. She debated over topics that would probably never affect her in anyway, but she spoke with passion about them like it happened to her all the time. When we went to movies together she would cry at the end if it was sad, because she felt there pain. They weren't even real people and she knew that, but she still cried.

She wanted to be lawyer, an activist, a psychologist, a doctor.

I wanted to be a mathematician or an architect.

We were opposites, totally and completely.

At least I could apply that to a rule. Opposites attract. Even Newton said it.

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