I'm not a numbers person. I'm a word person. Math always gave me trouble, from elementary school (fractions?! UGH), through college (I had to take college algebra twice). I hated it. Bad, bad math memories. A couple of years ago I dated a college professor whose office was in my old high school (the building had been purchased by the university). His office was on the ground floor (where all the math and science classes used to be) and when he gave me the tour, I nearly hyperventilated... it was like Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. To this day (last night), when Ryan asks me to help her with a math problem, I panic. I can usually (sometimes) get the answer, but I've NO idea how to explain my process (aka pulling it out my butt) to her. I. Hate. Math. A. Lot.
I've come to the conclusion, though, that it's only my conscious mind that hates 'rithmatic. My unconscious seems to have no issue with it. And here's why I think that...
I always set the clock in my room ahead. The number of minutes can vary... it's 15 minutes fast right now. I've no idea why I do it (I know changing my clock doesn't actually change time) but I always have. I also set my alarm early. Again the time varies, but right now it's set for 15 minutes before I have to get up... which is, in actuality, 30 minutes before I have to get up, given the aforementioned 15 minute differential. Following me? I know, it's complicated. Again, the alarm thing is something I've always done. Now, what's weird (I know, besides me) is that when I open my eyes in the morning, even if I'm NOT awake (I'm never awake first thing), I can look at the clock and figure the math in a split second to determine exactly how much time (to the second) I can lie there before I absolutely have to get up... and I can do this no matter how many minutes ahead the clock is or how early the alarm is. It takes me 20 minutes to do a 4th grader's math problem, but I can sort out my time issues in my sleep.
I think it's a gift. Sort of like that guy I saw on a TV documentary recently... he's pretty much a non-functioning vegetable otherwise, but sit his butt down at a piano and he can play Mozart like nobody's business. Yeah, I'm just like that.