I had this math homework that was due but I didn't have time to do it. Also didn't really understand how. It was some page full of these calculus problems where you had to do some kind of transformations to solve it (almost like something from DiffEq), but looked just like those pages of 2-digit arithmetic problems like we'd have back in second grade. So it both tedious and difficult. A good recipe for me to never get around to doing it. It was due in a few days and my anxiety about the situation was increasing.

During this, I was apparently living with my parents (which made some sense as I was anticipating going to a highschool class in my middle school building to fail to turn this in) and pooping on their toilet, thinking about how I didn't have time for this homework. What if I don't turn it in? I thought. Well, I'd get a bad grade. So what? I already finished college. Nobody's going to care about my grade. So why am I in this class at all? I have a programming job! I don't love it, but it's definitely paying the bills for now. Heck, I should quit this stupid math class that I don't have time for!

And after I was done using the bathroom I went out and told my parents that entire train of thought.