adults in college

so i am in the library, passing the time until my physics class at 12. i figured i would stay down here and play on the computer since my phone decided that it could work no more. i have no concept of time and i don't even know what the date is. but the better topic of conversation is a guy right beside me, doing some math problems. he is obviously middle aged and very distraught about the current problem he is working on. he routinely rakes his hand aggressively through his hair, uttering curses under his breath. sometimes he is so overcome with passion that he says 'damn!' really loud and everyone turns around to look at him. when he isn't venting his frustration through verbal rants, he gets pretty violent with his pencil sharpener, picking it up and slamming it onto the counter top. HAHA! oh shit, he just started punching his own chest, right where his heart is. i think he is symbolizing how math is currently wrecking his heart. why can't they get along? why must math be so cruel? he even got a tutor to better understand his tricky friend. does that mean nothing to math? apparently not. he has now given up and is now putting way the math book, closing up the notebook, and stuffing the very abused pencil sharpener into his pocket. now he is looking at war pictures on google images. i guess google is catering to his currently inflamed emotions. i know that when i get angry, i love to look at pictures of wartime and imaging the warring sides as me and whatever is bugging me. i am quite sure that he is invisioning that math is pearl harbor and he is the japanese, bombing the shit out of it. maybe the pencil sharpener is of the u.s. aircraft carriers that is capsizing. one can only guess