I hate math...
with a passion.
I never could understand it. it didn't make sense. Especially algebra.
But i have come to look at math, especially algebra, in a different light.
Here's why...
one night at my job(fast food anyone?), it was an especially busy night. Anyone who has ever worked in fast food knows that the "proper time" for getting the order to the customer is under 3 minutes. On this night, that wasn't happening...large orders, changes at the window, mistakes in the kitchen, were all conspiring against it. Most customers understand... but this one didn't. Rage (the only valid descriptor) was all over his face as he pulled up to the window. Angrily he asked me why it took so long to get a kids meal to the people in front of him. I was bewildered. "Huh?" Then he did not believe me when I stated that I hadn't had a kids meal all evening. As I bagged his order I realized that he saw me hand out a box, and in a world where MickeyD's is still king I realized...the guy thought that i was handing out kids meals because at McDonalds they come in a box...
The reality was that the guy in front of him ordered 20 chili dogs and 6 chili cheese fries and a few other items.
...but this guy was still angry enough to call and complain.
I started this blog because I would eventually like to write a book. I thought it would help.
Today I was thinking about posting and I saw an equation... not numbers per say, but an equation nonetheless. And I thought about how much I hate math, and then I realized that it is not the math that I hate, but the seeming lack of practical application in my life, and the equation in my head made sense...
Looking back on the way that I was raised, it made even more sense...
so here it is
(p-u-c)/do=del
or
(perception*bias)-understanding-compassion
desired outcome =delusion...
the guy at the drive through... perceived me handing out boxes, but had no understanding of what was in them, and no compassion for the truth of the other cars situation...all put through the lens of wanting his food in 2.5 minutes...or less...determined that we didn't care because it took so long to make "so little." was angered by his delusion...
In the same way, my blog started out with a desired outcome... a book... and over the course of the first three weeks of its existence has withered, almost to the point of death...
So now I write, with no desired outcome except to share my thoughts...to understand my world.
