September 18th 2018
Today I had to use a calculator for some pretty basic arithmetic, and that worried me slightly. I was trying to figure out how much money I need to get transferred into Euros ready for my holiday on Friday, and I just couldn’t do it.
The problem is that I’ve got Euros coming from different sources, and I’ll be buying some from separate bank accounts, and so on. Basically, I had a cash figure that I had to reach, but for the life of me I could not figure out how much I needed to withdraw in Euros to end up with that amount.
It shouldn’t have been so difficult. I have a degree in Mathematics for fucks sake. There were just too many mental numbers in too many mental columns, and it wasn’t adding up. That worried me slightly, because that kind of mental arithmetic has traditionally come pretty natural to me. Maybe I’m just out of practice, or maybe I’m getting thicker. Who knows?
It just wasn’t happening. And, if I’m honest. It wasn’t just today I struggled with it. I’ve been trying to figure it out for days, which is why — three days before we leave for a two week holiday — the only euros I have are ones contained in birthday cards that I was told to open prematurely.
The good news is that I think I figured it out. The bad news is that I struggled to figure it out in the first place.
There are things that different people are just naturally good at. I can’t paint, or sing, or mend a bike, or run a marathon (yet), but I can do Maths.
Until tomorrow, or, I used to be able to.