Yes it's all very funny when you share those memes on social media about having never used algebra since you learned it in school. Hilarious. Well done you. You are possibly the only person in the existence of man kind that has managed to escape the terrifying clutches of algebra.
But just to be sure, perhaps you should read through my five common ways we use algebra every day.
You're in the fruit section, and to make sure you have enough money for the kale that you'll most likely neglect for the next two weeks, not to mention those chocolate berries your now salivating over, you work out that you can only get half a kilo of bananas.
So you pick up a few of those yellow hunger tamers and ponder that if you got smaller bananas, you could get a few more for your half kilo. You weigh those bad boys and they come in at a perfect 450 grams.
You're consumed with joy because now, you can most definitely get those chocolate berries and stuff your face as soon as you get to the car. Oh, and the kale.
But what's this? You have less than a quarter of a tank of fuel and from last time's experience, it may, or may not be, enough to get you to where you need to go. There was that time the petrol light came on just after you had left home for your parent's and you only made it three quarters of the way before chickening out and deciding the safer option was to get fuel rather than turning up late, as usual, and suffering the wrath of your mother.
A quick trip to the petrol station and you've decided that another quarter of a tank will do you, and give you enough to get back home again.
Without that logical thinking of 'how much fuel does Mr A need to get to point B', you would simply always run out of fuel and never have peace from you nagging mother ever again. At least you can tell her you've introduced kale into your diet.
You've now got to try and rustle up some grub even though you only know how to cook for one (or how to cater for a handful of friends, but even that only consists of cheese and six too many bottles of wine).
Luckily you have that large tray of mince in the fridge that would usually make you more than a week of meals, so you do a quick calculation and figure that it should be enough to feed the oncoming storm. You add extra tomatoes, stock, garlic and herbs to compensate for the extra people and figure you may just be ready to try out for Masterchef. Basically to meet Manu Feildel.
A pot of bolognaise and a packet of pasta and you're set. You've even got some cheese to grate on the top like a real freaking Michelin star chef.
Now you're sister can enjoy your creation while she comments on how you must have so much time on your hands because you have no kids. She'll also tell you that your
biological clock is ticking and that leaving the kids for the night is more for your benefit than hers.
Remember how you watched the news every night just to see that guy who tells you what the dollar is worth, while wondering exactly how that guy got the job of reading stocks on the news? Does one aspire to be the stock market guy? Is there a higher education course for that? 'Stock Market News Guy with Honors'?
That faithful day of the dollar skyrocketing never came and even though you were watching that dollar drop every night you still waited and waited, hoping that it would spike, until eventually you cut your losses and traded your one thousand dollars for six hundred dollars of different currency.
Of course, if you had of exchanged your money after the first dive weeks ago, you would have received nine hundred dollars for you one thousand, so now you resort to watching the stock report at the end of the news each night while you hold your measly six hundred dollars and drink wine straight from the cask, cursing Mr Stock Market with Honors.
So you give up kale and bananas in a hope that by putting those extra dollars into a savings account will get you there a little faster. After some research you find the account with the highest interest rate you can find and work out that the extra five dollars in interest a month will knock a week off the time you spend waiting alone, in your studio apartment, watching Mr Stock Market with Honors, while you live off cask wine and cheap chocolate.
Another night shift at work every fortnight will bring that much needed escape even closer, and after some quick calculations on the amount of extra money you will earn minus tax, that retreat is only two months away.
Just enough time to put in that Masterchef application.