/lit/ - Literature

Opening this thread as a pure mathematics major is honestly the most depressing thing I've done all week. Almost 300 replies in and this is some of the most retarded shit I've ever read.

0.999... is equal to 1, there is no question to be had. There are infinitely many 9s, it never ends, so the difference 1 - 0.999... has to be zero. Yes, this can all be formulated and sorted out rigorously with the construction of real numbers. No, there is nothing practical about the number 0.999... with neverending nines, because infinities do not fucking show up in nature, ever. There is no way to interpret this, it is an abstract mathematical construction with ZERO fucking use and consequence. Fuck everyone in this thread. Fuck ever mathlet who thinks they're top shit for having completed one calculus course for their meme engineering or compsci degree.

Social interaction is weird to me. I am completely fine talking to one or two people, but once it gets into a group setting anxiety kicks into overdrive. My throat dries and swells, my vision becomes more frantic, and I feel like I'm trying to solve a puzzle in the dark.
I fucking hate this.
Why does this happen? What are some books or philosophies I can read up on that can help me tackle this issue?