February 22, 2004

Partially Digested Gunk

I am Jack's smirking revenge.

I am Jack's cold sweat.

I am Jack's raging bile duct.

I am Jack's broken heart.

I am Jack's complete lack of surprise.

I am Jack's unequivocally gratuitous pop-culture quote.

I am a polymorphic mess of over-intellectualisation. I am what happens when Jack's mummified undead dog gorges on any mental stimulation available. I am the partially digested gunk that gets found on the kitchen floor the morning after. Acid and bile-bitten, a lonely pile with leading paw-prints, and if you poke me disinterestedly with a lichen decayed stick, you might just find traces of Jack's carrot and cherryade.

I thought about replacing Jack with my old english teacher's first name. But that seemed a little vindictive, even for me.

I am Linda's spinster chocolate box obsession. I am Kay's weeping corneas. I am a shameless cow.

(And that was a cameo by my old math teacher.)

Every day I fall out of bed into a life of math, and every day I ignore that and try to pretend that I'm an arts student. I can't have one or the other, I can't have both, and neither just leaves me stacking shelves. I could never pick. Math is what I am. Writing and communication and creativity are what I do. I don't want to consider whether I actually "do" any of that at all well, but the point is that I wouldn't have a clue how to actively do any math. Math tends to just happen. I think of things, and they work. I think of answers, and they're quite often happily correct. Or so far that's been the case. It won't always be like that, and I have almost undoubtedly been failing to get things right quite as often as I tend to think I do for some time now.

I am Jack's exponential loss of self.

I like other stuff. I like other stuff more. I'm sick of the polarity between the math/science world and the non-math/science world. The alienation between the two is understandable but unnecessary. I don't want to be an air-headed dreamer in the math world and a technical-minded analytical freak in the more creative circles. Sometimes I wish I wasn't the sort of person that has to try absolutely everything, that I could just find one thing and be rather good at it. But then I think that I wouldn't trade anything I've learnt for any other thing, and if I'm a bit of a jumble academically, then so be it. I'd like to stubbornly stick by whatever mismatched information I've jammed into my head, although at the same time I am annoyingly going to panic busily about ever finding anyone likely to pay me money for anything.

Oh, and my mum thinks I'm anaemic. Seeing as I'm currently learning how to type whilst balancing toilet roll stuffed up my nose, I'm beginning to believe she may have a point.

You met me at a very strange time in my life. I'm still waiting for anything normal to happen.

I am young and malleable, deliciously insecure and open to self-destructive suggestions. I am the smudged illegible signature on Jack's invalid donor card. I am Jack's failed dietary requirements. I am the VCR that chewed up the exercise tape.

I am young, and I have no idea just how far I can really fall. But I'm a fast learner.

Posted by Missiedith at February 22, 2004 1:26 AM | TrackBack
Comments

So you don't fit into the sterotypes of maths or art. That's not such a bad thing. And so many people don't know where they're heading or what to do. You're not alone.

Posted by: Celia at February 24, 2004 2:05 PM

actually there's a good reason that there's a split beween science and humanities students. it's that we actually realise that the world i a) flat and b) the centre of the universe. we just don't tell the science students because ten they'd be milling about on the streets buying up our chocolate supplies. so now you're a party to our dirty little secret. ha!

Posted by: narrauko at February 26, 2004 9:15 PM

Fight club

Posted by: trv83 at April 25, 2004 7:00 AM

As I'm sure that it was no mere accident that caused me to stumble upon this page, I'm sure that it's no mere accident that you find yourself in a position that I myself (and apparently a few others) have fretted over before. You have a choice between being the smartest athlete or the most athletic smarty, or somesuch polar bind. Although I was going through this before Fight Club came out, your concern and eloquence sound quite familiar to my own. "Why can't I just pick something and stick with it? Must I be a Jack-of-all-trades and master-of-none?" I can give you what I've used to pull myself through, which is by no means authoritative, but I hope that it helps:

From a purely brain-based standpoint, you are very balanced (a Libra or adjacent sign, I'd hazard), which I like to think is a very good thing, being admittedly over-balanced myself. The right brain tends toward art, and the left brain tends toward linear logic. As one side gets favored, the other percolates along on its own till it absolutely demands attention. Then you shift. As any severe epileptic might be able to tell you, the sides can function independently of each other, but it's the cooperation that makes for a truly luscious experience. In your case, a quick look at fractals should illustrate that. One side of the logic-art divide invariably gives insight to the other. Relish that instead of fretting over it. You might surprise yourself by relaxing and mixing the two when it feels right.

From a more spiritual standpoint, the beauty of this existence is in its exploration, no? More often than not, I find myself able to carry on semi-meaningful conversations with people on a range of topics, but then see that hyper-focussed experts in any given field have arrived at that point at the expense of exploration of other topics. I, too, have certain topics that I'm at a loss to discuss, but think about how many focussed mathematicians you could talk with who would keep up with you as you immediately switch to a polar-opposite topic such as Impressionism? I almost said that youth is about exploration, but really, the rest of it is, too. It's merely more pronounced and expected in youth. Plus, it's easier to bounce back and heal from any "unexpected exploration". When something clicks with you, you'll know without a doubt. The things that "sort of click" will keep you guessing, sure, but we're all trying to find our Truth. Learn to enjoy yourself more, who you are and not who you aren't (or aren't yet). You'll feel lighter and laugh more.

Posted by: lazarus_blues at August 12, 2004 5:22 PM

Why do you feel your two passions are so separate? As a mathmetician you've heard, of course, of the common denominator. Could each field appeal to a different aspect of your nature? Could the math be the conscious aspect of your self, and the arts the nurturing part, the part you can luxuriate in? Worrying only makes you doubt yourself and your right to explore what makes you YOU. Although I maintained my common denominator of education, I switched from teaching high school English to elementary science - Mad Science, actually. I've refined my passion for education, but I've been able to explore my passions for discussing literature and my childhood love of science. And I have a personal life of gardening, cycling, cooking... You can do anything you want to, you can. You have your WHOLE LIFE to do this - what's a year here or there? And what decision is ultimately final?

Posted by: cobalt koz at August 15, 2004 6:23 AM

in love with every word you said

Posted by: rachel at March 1, 2005 2:05 AM
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