“ok Is This Math Really Useful Though What’s The Point Of It Existing Does It Matter Or Is There

Not a single braincell in that head

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two words that really shouldn't be the same word:

inductive in "inductive reasoning" (philosophy term)

inductive in "inductive proof" (math term)

Fiber arts is just Math in sheep's clothing

Love math textbooks so much <333

I wish I could sleep with hartshorne under my pillow and wake up with the wonders in my brain already

the NON-GENDERED URGE to run off into the woods with a whiteboard and an algebraic geometry textbook and come back six months later, having been properly functorized (grothendieck'ed, even) by the whole experience

One of the most frustrating things about being ADHD is the way hyperfixations and skill levels work.

So I, an ADHD person, will get obsessed with A Thing. I will research, I will practice. I'll check out library books, watch YouTube videos, seek out podcasts, all to learn everything I can about The Thing.

Thiat Thing is often a skill or hobby. Painting, writing, candlemaking, baking, mixology, tea blending.

But the thing with ADHD is that you'll be obsessed with it only to a certain skill level. Something where all the mystery is gone. It's not as fun once the learning part is over and it's just boring practice to get better.

Then abruptly, you'll lose interest and move to another fixation.

That skill level you've earned may be higher than your average person with a passing interest. But it's also lower than someone who specializes in said thing, who has put in those hard hours of practice and work.

So you start just forming this miscellaneous collection of things that you're good enough at to earn some praise, but still leave you feeling like you're just never *quite* good enough at anything because you can't just choose anything.

And you want to pick a Thing. To find Your Thing. The thing that fits, that you can finally excel at. But you just can't seem to.

mathematics/art

My boyfriend is trying to explain cricket to me again. “He’s only got two balls to make 48 runs”, he says. The camera focuses on a man. Underneath him it says LEFT ARM FAST MEDIUM. A ball flies into the stands and presumably fractures someone’s skull. “There’s a free six”, my boyfriend says. 348 SIXES says the screen. A child in the audience waves a sign referencing Weet-Bix

But like what's the fun if you don't get carpel tunnel

they should invent a hobby that doesn't require potentially destroying your wrists