Venting...
Feel free to skip this, its just me bitching.
So I try to do what I think is best. I try to do what I think will cause the least amount of hassle. I try to do what I think will cause the most happiness. I try to do what I think they would want. But in the end, it seems like its all for not. I don't know what to do anymore. Sometimes I want to give up, but I can't.
Weekend Recap...it was shitty. Friday I had plans...plans that I had been looking foward to all week long. That got scrapped. Saturday we played a football game against another fraternity(We Won), and I am still sore from it(So out of shape). Saturday night we had a social with AZD(A Sorority)...they are usually fun, but this one sucked. There were under 20 people there...total. We have 27 active members, they have about 35. Sunday I woke up to go to the "Game of the Month", which also coincided with the banner raising ceremony for the Women's Basketball team(They won our conference championship last year). For two weeks we were told there was a huge pre-party planned...at this "party", only Greek Life showed up, and there was nothing to do. They had some raffle prizes, so I got the idea to play games to win them instead(So everyone would actually do something besides sit and eat bad food). Our current IFC President, Randy, liked the ideas I had, so he got on the microphone and started asking for volunteers. This kid has zero charisma and can't speak. In mid sentence, I grabbed the mic from his and took over...this isn't my job anymore. Sunday night we had our meeting, at the end two of my brothers decided the best way to settle their dispute about who was right and who was wrong was to fight...full on fight. I sat back and shook my head. In the beginning they set down ground rules(Simply, they were just going to box). end of the fight comes, it starts getting hectic, so other brothers start pulling them apart. One of the combatants decides its now a good time to kick the other in the face...brotherly love.
Decided I am going home for Thanksgiving Dinner on Thursday. I don't want to. My Dad wants me to visit him...he keeps having these "When I'm gone" talks with me and it pisses me off. Not sure if its worse when someone dies out of the blue or when they tell you that the clock is ticking...
Seems more and more like last Saturday was a highpoint, and its been downhill ever since...sometimes I wish I could walk away from everything else. Life is terrible.
Rant Over.
So I try to do what I think is best. I try to do what I think will cause the least amount of hassle. I try to do what I think will cause the most happiness. I try to do what I think they would want. But in the end, it seems like its all for not. I don't know what to do anymore. Sometimes I want to give up, but I can't.
Weekend Recap...it was shitty. Friday I had plans...plans that I had been looking foward to all week long. That got scrapped. Saturday we played a football game against another fraternity(We Won), and I am still sore from it(So out of shape). Saturday night we had a social with AZD(A Sorority)...they are usually fun, but this one sucked. There were under 20 people there...total. We have 27 active members, they have about 35. Sunday I woke up to go to the "Game of the Month", which also coincided with the banner raising ceremony for the Women's Basketball team(They won our conference championship last year). For two weeks we were told there was a huge pre-party planned...at this "party", only Greek Life showed up, and there was nothing to do. They had some raffle prizes, so I got the idea to play games to win them instead(So everyone would actually do something besides sit and eat bad food). Our current IFC President, Randy, liked the ideas I had, so he got on the microphone and started asking for volunteers. This kid has zero charisma and can't speak. In mid sentence, I grabbed the mic from his and took over...this isn't my job anymore. Sunday night we had our meeting, at the end two of my brothers decided the best way to settle their dispute about who was right and who was wrong was to fight...full on fight. I sat back and shook my head. In the beginning they set down ground rules(Simply, they were just going to box). end of the fight comes, it starts getting hectic, so other brothers start pulling them apart. One of the combatants decides its now a good time to kick the other in the face...brotherly love.
Decided I am going home for Thanksgiving Dinner on Thursday. I don't want to. My Dad wants me to visit him...he keeps having these "When I'm gone" talks with me and it pisses me off. Not sure if its worse when someone dies out of the blue or when they tell you that the clock is ticking...
Seems more and more like last Saturday was a highpoint, and its been downhill ever since...sometimes I wish I could walk away from everything else. Life is terrible.
Rant Over.