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SIMPLE MATH: Lack of effort = lack of interest.

I’ve always hated math, I don’t even know how I passed any of my classes. I still do the imaginary “carry the one,” motion with my finger and make my friends deal with the bill and just tell me where to sign. My excuse? I’m a writer. I like that english shit. *shrugs shoulders*.

Unfortunately, I have no excuse when it comes to my poor adding and subtracting skills in regards to relationships.

Like Bereolaesque says: lack of effort = lack of interest. If someone keeps saying they’re too busy, or too broke, or too this and that to see you – yet isn’t too busy, or too broke, or too this and that to see someone else, chances are they just don’t want to see you. It doesn’t take a rocket scientist, or in this case a mathematician to know that. But those who believe in love, aren’t always satisfied with logic or fact. “Right brainers” dream. Sometimes we hope. We question everything. And we stay even when the numbers don’t add up. If only there was a logarhythm that could solve heartache, or perhaps a Hodge conjecture to rid us of feelings.

I’ve always believed that there was a simple solution for every problem. It’s how we choose to solve the problem that makes things complicated. When it comes to matters of love, sometimes there is no answer. Things just don’t make sense, and often times they don’t need to. And even when things are “equal”, they can still seem unfair. Right time > Right girl, right? Maybe. But like my girl said, it sucks when you’re always on the wrong side of the equation.

Lack of effort = lack of interest. Lack of effort = lack of interest. Lack of effort = lack of interest. No matter what way I look at it, the answer remains true and the same. Yet, I just can’t seem to grasp the concept. Maybe someone needs to spell it out for me.

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