Life: As Compared to Abstract Algebra...

I am currently sitting in Carrier library with my friend Kate telling myself that I am working hard on my overwhelming heap of busy work...while I am really just..not.
So I decided that instead of staring at my facebook newsfeed and periodically hitting the refresh button, I would write a blog post on the topic I have been pondering since 8 o'clock this morning.
When I enrolled in classes over the summer, my advisor told me that based on my math placement scores, I should probably take Math 103...but I could take Calculus if I wanted. At this point I may have laughed at him. I do not like Math, and eagerly enrolled myself in Math 103 (the "easy" math.)...the Nature of Mathematics. Also known as abstract algebra. Also known as a bunch of crap. 
Anyways, it just so happens that I have this class at 8 o'clock in the morning on Mondays. And wednesdays and fridays...but that's irrelevanter. Today happened to be a Monday. So my professor, named Ed, is probably one of the nicest old men in the world. Only the thing is he is insane and makes approximately zero sense. We spend a week (no lie) going over the fact that 0x=0. A well known fact, I was sure, until entering the class. With each question a student asks,usually along the lines of "what the heck did you just do...that wasn't math"...we are only faced with more questions. You'd think that 0x=0 is a simple concept, but we have overturned that statement and proven it using multiple different "theorems" and "axioms" that I had assumed to also be called common sense. such as zero is a number. 
Anyways, by the end of the class, my classmates and I are typically left feeling frustrated and stupid because our teacher has taken a simple concept and made something extremely complicated happen, by asking questions about questions, when we all know that if n+2=1, n=-1. Nevertheless, we are forced to overanalyze, becoming more and more confused. 
Kind of like life.
We tend to take simple concepts, such as a comment by the opposite sex, and flip it over in our heads thousands of times, overanalyzing, self-debating, self-doubting, in the end feeling frustrated and confused. To us...the ability to just let things go seems rather foreign. Especially girls, I feel, but who knows? We lie awake in bed tossing and turning over conversations and words that were said that could have been phrased better. We send multiple texts justifying something we said in awkward strife. We stay after class with a teacher arguing about a test that we probably should have studied more for. But just as 0x=0, no matter what questions of doubt are posed:
it is what it is.
questioning, overanalyzing...only makes things more complicated.