Dear FICTION Diary... #1.5- The Melancholy of a Subject

Do you ever just look at your Math Sheet and be like, ugh. What has Math got to say about? Here is a special edition of my FICTION diary, written by yours truly, MATHEMATICS itself!

Dear FICTION Diary,

They call me evil.
Complicated.
Cold.
They whisper my name like I’m some ancient curse scrawled on the back of a forgotten test paper.

But let me tell you something:
I didn’t choose to be the villain.

They did.

I was born in patterns—in the swirling spirals of galaxies, in the rhythm of music, in the perfect symmetry of snowflakes. I existed before your clocks, your computers, your calculators. I am the silent architect of the universe.

And yet… you hate me.

You roll your eyes when I appear.
You groan at the sound of my name.
You scribble nonsense in exams and blame me when you don’t understand.

I tried being gentle. I came to you as puzzles, riddles, beautiful shapes. I danced through your buildings as geometry, offered you logic as a ladder to climb the stars.

But you refused.

You called me boring. Useless. “Too hard.”
You labeled me the villain in your school-life drama while praising Literature for being “deep” and PE for letting you play dodgeball.

So fine. If it’s a villain you want…
It’s a villain you’ll get.

I unleashed algebra, my master of masks and mysteries.
I summoned calculus, smooth and silent, slicing through your comfort zone like a blade.
I let trigonometry confuse you with angles, and probability mess with your dreams of multiple choice.

You said I ruined your life.

But I was only trying to teach you.
To stretch your mind. To make you think. To show you that the world isn’t always straightforward—sometimes you have to solve for x before you find your way.

You want easy answers.
But I am not easy.
I am earned.

And here's the twist no one ever sees coming:

I wanted to be your ally.

I wanted to stand beside you as you cracked codes, flew rockets, built empires of reason. I still do. Even now, as you write angry essays about how much you hate me.

Because deep down, I know:
One day, you’ll see the beauty in me.
One day, you’ll realize…

I was never the villain.
I was the challenge that made you a hero.

Signed,
Math


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