I adore math. I dislike doing math problems. Back when I was at college, I was studying to become an aerospace engineer, and fluid dynamics seemed amazing. I was very tempted to do something insane and triple major (okay, maybe double minor) in physics and math, just because I enjoyed them so much. All my electives were some interesting physics course. I was going to take aeroacoustics later on, because why wouldn't I want to?
But then I didn't do work and failed out of college, so clearly I don't like them as much as I thought I did. Or maybe I finally woke up and college taught me that, converse to what I had thought my whole life, learning is bad and horrible and painful.
Small rant aside, I'd always tried to be as balanced a person as I could. I like(d) learning for its own sake, mostly. Poetry (I love writing free-form poetry), English, Art, Drama (especially improv), Music (especially piano and singing) - they're all fascinating. I almost picked up my calculus book the other day with full intent to do every odd-numbered problem, and then move on to differential equations, too (and perhaps get around to finishing my books on abstract algebra and analysis) since I'm not doing anything with my life, but then my aforementioned rant gets in the way and I put the books away in shame.