I have been obsessed with mathematics for years now.
I read an interview recently with an Oxford maths professor. He said that he remembered as a young boy how he used to look a maths books and how, instead of feeling "fear" like many might feel, he felt a great yearning. He felt "I don't understand any of that, but I am going to understand it."
I also feel a great yearning when I look at maths books, but also despair, because I feel I've missed my chance. I spent three years at university doing a maths degree, which I wasted, and my obsession only really started to develop after I'd left.
I think I felt the "fear" at the time. This was partly inspired by memories of difficult maths lessons at school, where the teacher would talk at us for half an hour, then get us to answer questions for the next half hour while he went round peering over people's shoulders. I know now that it wasn't the maths that was the problem; it was Asperger's, and my difficulties with being "lectured" at and pressurised.
I was obsessed with maths as a very young kid. I was top in maths in every school I was at up till the age of 15, when the work actually became challenging, and my obsession waned.
I still find it hard to accept that I wasted the opportunity university gave me. It's more comforting to tell myself that things really couldn't have turned out differently, because the way I was back then couldn't be helped.
I hated university. I felt totally isolated. I have no friends now though, and it doesn't really bother me, so I don't know why it bothered me back then.
For years now I've let my parents influence just about every decision I've made in my life, and for years (as my AS remained undiagnosed) my parents laboured under the illusion that I was basically a normal guy suffering from prolonged teenage angst. My parents wanted me to study maths so I would become a City number cruncher. Then, as they imagined, all the rest would follow: wife, 2.4 children, etc. I never felt that I was normal, and I never felt they accepted me for who I really was, which contributed to my demotivation. The truth is, at the age of 18, I didn't want to think about work, and I wasn't confident I'd ever be able to land any sort of job whatsoever.
Eventually, though, I did become a City number cruncher. I only lasted one and a half years before getting the sack. I hated every minute of it.
Despite my conservative views and my respect for professional integrity, I have no interest nor skill in business administration, management, consultancy or salesmanship.
In recent years I've lost interest in just about all of the trivia that used to entertain me when I should have been doing my homework, e.g., pop music, movies, magazine, literature (not that I was ever particularly into literature).
I've also abandoned all the vague ideas I had soon after leaving school about teaching in Africa, going bungee jumping in New Zealand, and all the rest of it.
Travel, friends, relationships, clothes, food: none of these things interest me anymore.
I like to get out of London every now and then and visit the countryside, but that's about it.
All that really interests me now is the only thing I was ever really any good at - apart from football - namely maths (and related ways of thinking, e.g., chess). You just have to look at the popularity (at least in the UK) of Sudoku to see that there are many people attracted to problem-solving.
I think the closest I can get to realistically making a career out of problem-solving is computer programming, which I am studying and enjoying.
But even the "languages" of computer programming and chess (and especially Sudoku!) seem somewhat arbitrary and ugly compared to the perfect language of maths!
I wonder what my old friends would say if they could read all this. Probably, "get laid, you loser!"
Last edited by Klytus on 10 Dec 2005, 3:58 pm, edited 1 time in total.