I attempted suicide (with a bottle of asprin and a bottle of whiskey) at age 19.
I sometimes wonder how it is that my obsession with math has grown even stronger at my age ... 51, around the age when the Steppenwolf had planned to kill himself.
Maybe it is my way of defying Nature [God] and society [gods].
What I mean is that I have survived the ordeal of having lived the life of a "loser", and I am showing myself that the subject can be approached without all the stress which is ultimatley created by society, society which starts with parents, grandparents, aunts, uncles, etc.
I am not studying math so as to send rockets to rocks in outerspace, but solely to get through a day in the life of Mr. Nobody, as an alternative to drinking myself into a pair of handcuffs.
I knew that this obsession with rank is not only responsible for many suicides, but it is also responsible for a lifelong hatred of mathematics which many will associate with that engineering exam.
I am also reminded of the villages where the young women are discouraged from studying anything at all since they are needed by their immediate family to go out and prostitute their bodies.
We live in a world where many would scoff at a "garbage man" studying higher mathematics simply because they feel there is no sense in studying anything difficult if it is not going to be applied in some job-related activity which fattens their bank account.
Needless to say, here in the states, a "garbage collector" often earns far more money than the engineering student who can't land a job and ends up serving donuts at Dunkin, or works the late shift at the liquor store.
So, one must be careful about any guidance one receives from parents, grandparents, aunts, uncles, etc.
As you say, Schopenhauer will be ignored by the masses, and Lady Gaga embraced.
There is no chance of saving any kids from the machinery of society which has them competing for high rank in society's exams.
I am sure there are those who would have killed themselves by now if they me, but I must have been blessed with a certain kind of stubborness and defiance where I am able to return to studying out of sheer curiosity about how to approach such a vast subject as mathematics, and to see how many days and hours I might fill in a calm stressfree approach.
Do you see how defiant this approach is? Do you see that it requires a great deal of contempt for society's values?