If there is one thing that I am so irritated about this year, is teamwork. Teamwork in the most general sense and not even in a competitive way. It’s the whole aspect of individuals working together to achieve a common goal – whether it be in assignments, or sports, or social groups. After three months of straight teamwork, I’m quite tired of it and need a break.

Why do I say this? It’s because I put all my effort into making things work as a team, and to morally and emotionally support other members of the group, but then they don’t put any effort into it and as a result the team has to struggle through whatever they are doing.

So when I get frustrated about other people’s lack of involvement or lack of motivation, I believe it to be completely valid. Why even bother participating in a collaborative professional programme if you aren’t going to pull your weight or take things seriously? Why even bother to play team sports if you know that you aren’t going to play like a team member?

It bothers me to great lengths to reflect upon this and it comes to a point where I would limit myself in terms of social involvement as a result just to cut the negativity out of my life. And what bothers me the most is that it appears to be a specific age range or set of birth years that share this ineptitude, it makes me stereotype others and view things differently.

Anyone born in the 90s beware, I’m currently not impressed. And to the douche-bag that plays team sports and doesn’t play like a team member, get a life and grow up.

On a completely unrelated, I feel like I’m going through social déjà vu and things are just replaying over and over again from the past. The same social problems, and the same feeling that when I finish my studies again, I will not have any social vestiges from which to draw or rely upon.

I think that I’ve experienced enough of the negative results of technology affecting people that I can base an opinion now on personal experience. In the past few years with the advancement of technology (mobile phones, Facebook, Twitter, etc.) I find that people don’t honour commitments the same way as in the past.

What do I mean by this? Say for instance you agree with a friend to meet at a specific time and place that is pre-established. Said friend flakes on you at the last minute as something else comes up or they are distracted by something else. Or say for instance you do end up going to what was planned, but your friend is constantly checking their phone for messages or Tweeting about their experience or such.

In the second instance despite having shown up, is the friend still honouring their commitment of time to you? I’m not saying that you are writing your name or commitments in blood, but I think that a lot of people have lost the importance of doing something they say they are going to do.

Does it ever occur to them that they are taking advantage of your time, and that your time is valuable as well? In flaking on you, it’s really just a disrespect for your time and your life, and depending on the level of friendship you have, it may make you think twice about accepting and agreeing to do something in the future.

What made me think of this? Well I’ve been chatting with someone for a few weeks and they have been very eager to hang out and meet. As usual I’m hesitant at first because in the past I’ve been flaked on a lot, and so in theory if I get to know someone better first there is less likelihood of it happening (well in theory of course). After all the kerfuffle to organize a mutually agreed upon time, and pressure from them to commit to a time, they end up flaking at the last second.

At this point I’ve heard just about everything except someone died, but it’s all the same: a blatant disregard for the importance of other people’s time. I’m twenty five years old, and I’ve never said I was going to do something then didn’t do it. I’ve never flaked out on someone (regardless of how well I know them) at the last second. I understand the importance of other people’s time, and respect it accordingly. I don’t have an expectation that everyone should be as committed as me, but I truly believe that people don’t respect other people on this basic level.

This isn’t a rant, but perhaps I have done it anyways. Any comments, suggestions, experiences to share?

** Disclaimer **

This blog post is, among other things, a very serious rant.

Now that I got the disclaimer off my chest here we go; what the fuck people? I’m so sick of hearing the expression: “You’re too young to…” [fill in the blank here as to what you’re referring to]

No man-made, man-influenced language or set of gestures can express the absolute and loathing hatred that I have for this phrase in general. It’s been said to me so many times I can’t even count it on all toes and fingers, multiplied by a hundred!

Why has society formed some timeline that everyone has to follow? Why is it that it’s such a bad things that people experience things, good or bad, at an age that is “inappropriate?” It simply is a social construct and needs to be done away with!

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And now for the grand finalé as to why I’m not impressed at this very moment…

  1. My housemate has pink-eye and refuses to do anything about it; therefore making others suseptable to her illness
  2. I don’t have time or patience to be sick at this point
  3. I have too much to do tonight.
  4. My day:
    1. 08.00 -> Wake-up
    2. 08.30 – 12.30 -> Studying for quiz
    3. 12.30 – 13.30 -> Semi-lunch-bitchout in Conserv
    4. 13.30 – 14.30 -> Quiz and boring lecture
    5. 14.30 – 15.45 -> RCMP Background Check being delayed
    6. 16.00 – 17.10 -> Free time
    7. 17.30 – 18.30 -> Aerobics class
    8. 19.00 – 20.30 -> SAN Meeting
    9. 21.30 – God knows when: French circle meeting
  5. Someone’s using the washing machine on my fucking day.

Okay people; let’s get real for a minute. The only day and time that I have available to do my laundry is a 2 hour window today and when I come home it’s in use. I know it’s a girl, with lots of pink stuff, so that narrows it down; but seriously I don’t have any time. I have a meeting tomorrow all day, and tennis tournament all Sunday.

Like it or not, you don’t get your shit your day, cause I’m taking it. Don’t like it, lump it, cause I’m not a fucking pushover.

In other news, my Revolutionary Literature professor, is a stylish person. She had the nicest shoes on today; and it was casual Friday. What’s up with that?

Guillotine me!

Taking a moment to state something that I’ve just stated over and over but really just I need to vent about it. Humanity sucks and I want it to drop dead and become dead and never return, okay thanks. I know I’m apart of humanity but really take me with you, as I’m far better to deal with all the shit that I deal with.

What’s the deal with that woman with a wig wanting a picture with me? At first I thought it would be cool, but then I think she was just taking the piss of me or something and thought it would be funny to take a picture with the crap looking guy sitting behind her. Apart from that, blah on everyone.

When you tell someone that you fancy them and they say nothing to you, and then proceed to tell you to get lost, leave the conversation because they don’t want to deal with you? It’s frankly shit, and I can’t believe that I put myself through that. I’ve really had an itch to just bitch about it cause it pisses me off. Nobody deserves to be treated like that, and then the very same day they turn around and then falls in love with someone else who happens to be my friend. Ouch like seirously, and saying that I’m immiture; that’s not the immiture things to say.

Sure I’m insecure but still that doesn’t give someone a right to play around with my feelings especailly in a vulnerable moment in which they know I’m very vulnerable. Seriously. Asking me for help some months ago and really being serious about it and taking it seriously, and then breaking everything you said you would do and then treating me like shit is just absolute crap for everything and I can’t deal with it.

I feel such a dislike for the way that you’re treating me, and yet I still make it so that it gets to me. And for that it makes me further hate myself because I allow it to get to me like that. And what does everyone say to me about it? Absolutely nothing, that’s right. Because I’m always the one to leave people with this completley clueless and loss for words mood. You know how that feels?

Fucking horrible, that’s forsure.