I Hate When I Browse Math-related Tags On This Site And Half The Posts Are People Ranting About How Much

i hate when i browse math-related tags on this site and half the posts are people ranting about how much they hate her. why are you so mean to my wife

doin a thingy

i love you im glad you exist im so happy you’re alive

There is no shovel here

Playing a text adventure through DMs with a friend who's actually running the game via their relaying of everything between you and the program is kind of like gay sex; if you have very permissive definitions of 'gay', 'sex', 'like' and 'definitions'.

Turns out everyone needs hugs for emotional maintenance. It's not just you, it's one of those things that a lot of people need and somehow never talk about. I recommend looking for social dancing organizations near you if it's becoming an obstacle, since touch is kinda requisite to participate in those, and also they're great fun.

Unfortunate side effect of having no friends in my teen years and being emotionally neglected by my parents is now that i am in college and have friends is i need REGULAR CHEST TO CHEST contact with them or i get sad. Like this is so fucked up

counterpoint because parallelism funny:

you will not find a more perfect, cozy darkness in the farthest illuminated corners of our cruel, uncaring world than that with which my heart cradles a love for mathematics. There is no subject more conducive to naive exploration nor endless discursive sharing than mathematics, none more deserving of happy practitioners, and none that provides such power to its enjoyers, provided they are willing to slow down and smell the roses that provide actual understanding. I cannot stress enough how tantamount avoiding math is for our collective sanity, and yet I choose to dance the eternal precipice of madness for where else can I stare into the void with such perfect meaningless clarity? It’s enforced continuation as a requirement in higher education is solely a method by affluent institutions to weed out economic undesirables, which is made all the more inexcusable by how fucking awesome math can be when taught well. And though the morals and virtues of the system that maintains it are in many ways deplorable, I choose to impose a better vision of what math can be on the world around me.

you will not find a more perfect, tar-rich blackness in the ozymandian depths of our extended universe than the blackness festering within my heart for mathematics. there is no subject nearly as devoid of love or compassion, none more thoroughly dedicated to the agony and persecution of innocent minds, none more worthy of scorn, defranchisement, and derision by anyone who is remotely concerned with the maintenance and direction of our educational system and its future. i cannot stress how tantamount the importance of avoiding math is for our collective sanity. its enforced continuation as a requirement in higher education is solely a method by affluent institutions to weed out economic undesirables, and its continued existence is a mere pastiche of the crocodile-tear morals and virtues of a tech industry utterly hellbent on sucking the blood of our children and razing the acres of our labor.

person who signs posts with "... but this text box is too small to contain it"

Mathematician using /wlog as a tone indicator