Chemistry (What!? Why?! ...who?)

WARNING: Rant ahead. 
The word Chemistry will be used many, many, many times.
Be prepared. Or wait for the next post.


I have just returned from the room of a 2nd year asking for help with chemistry, with 3 of my friends. Ive been listening to Adele, and I've been watching people, (in a non-stalkery way) in the res dining hall, and thus I have been wondering about that it-just-happened breed-of-baby making wonder... Chemistry.

Well... Back to chemistry. The first thing that comes to mind is... French people. I mean... They're french. People here seem to think I speak exotic languages, Ive been called exotic a few times (only since I've been here) and the awesome second year (a fellow durbanite) spoke french to me today. Just saying... French people are attractive when they breathe.... Just saying.

But why? Not the french people, but chemistry. I watched Feast Of Love and the adulterous woman in the movie said that she believed that love is just an illusion to bring more screaming babies into the world...  Chemistry... Isn't something that I can honestly say that I've experienced, in hindsight anyway. Anything and everything close has made me miserable. Chemistry holds the power of life and death. In the words of my Chem prof, "And then you die". At least once every lecture, he speaks of how one can be killed by chemistry "Oxygen is actually poisonous", "The best way to get rid of all the pollution in the world would be to remove all the nitrogen from the air, we'd all die but that's inconsequential."  "If you ever wanna kill someone, stop their redox reactions". He's... An interesting specimen that one. His subject matter makes me miserable. Chemistry with people makes people miserable, or pregnant.

I have figured out why. (cos that's how I roll). Chemistry is not Physics. Physics makes sense. The ball is being dropped at an acceleration of 9.8 m/s, initial velocity is 0, displacement is 36m downwards. Figure out final velocity. It makes sense. Its logic. Chemistry on the other hand is not. An unknown gas is in  container of volume 2.5 cm3 (red flag. Wrong unit), at a pressure of 759 mmHg (again, wrong unit, divide by 760, a completely aribrary number but do it anyway) and so it goes. It defies logic. Chemistry defies logic.

So does love but really... This post will not veer off down that path, don't want things to get lame... Chemistry is everything, yet has the ability to reduce us to nothing. Chemistry is what draws you to the smoking Neanderthal who wears the same T shirt at least once a week but who wears different shoes everyday, yet its what is making your femurs grow right this instant, and if you're over 18 and female, its what caused them to stop growing. Its what you have to stand aside for sometimes because Compatibility never beats Chemistry in the short-term (Just like Scissors never beats Rock...ever).

So here it is, my theory is that Chemistry... Doesn't work for us logical creatures. (Yes, I am including myself in that category). It makes us miserable. The general uneducated public (whose minds were blown to smithereens by inception) enjoy and revel in it because its like a raging river. The only way to enjoy it and to not well... Die, is to go with it. I don't go with things.

Homework for the week: If it doesn't hurt you, if it doesn't waste precious time better spent doing other things like studying, if it won't break your heart in the long run or hurt others... Then go with it. Whatever it may be. Being brave enough to ask for tuition, going for a run, laughing when a joke is funny no matter how un-PC it may be, eating a biscuit because you want to or talking to the hot Captonian guy next to you in the Science com-labs.

This week... I will go with it.