Abstract Math makes no sense, not because I don't get it, but because it makes no sense.

It's 11:58pm. My eyes are drifting shut. There are twenty tabs open on Safari. One of them is a random pick from Ben1994's Group Theory playlist. I really appreciate Ben1994, but I don't appreciate his use of multiple coloured highlighters. And I say this as someone who throws a hissy fit when her pencils aren't sharpened to perfect points. But I digress. I don't, however, apologise for digressing because that is the entire point of this blog. For me to digress and not have to worry about it, because the only people reading this will be my friend James, and my mother(who will have stopped reading by now, but will have sent me an encouraging text saying she's proud of me for trying), and I don't particularly care about wasting their time. Back to Ben1994. The highlighters bother me, because he takes so darn long contemplating which one to use. He is very fussy. But then, he's British.
I don't think I hate abstract math. I hate the way I've been 'taught' abstract math, but I'm fairly certain I don't hate it. Fairly certain? Glass half-full? I have stopped making sense. I shall stop writing now and leave the no-sense-making to Ben1994, I'm sure he'll do as good a job as I am.

But YES James, my very dear friend, shall be joining me in this little world, and we shall attempt to make our tongues sharper by arguing out here in the open about whatever tickles our fancy. James has not yet replied to my overly excited pitch for this blog. But in the event that she refuses, I will pretend to be James and argue with myself. I believe I'm up to the task.