One of those days

You know the saying. You feel that way a lot. Everyone does. It's just one of those terrible days, you want it all to end, you want there to be a happy ending. But who knows what will really happen? You just duke it out hoping that it's just your emotions going overdrive, or your body wanting to freak out. Maybe it's both at the same time? Whatever it is, it needs to end. It's one of those days for me. 

I feel like I wrote about this before... Probably. I like complaining. So really, this might be repetitive to some of you. If it is, just stick a finger in each ear and say "La" repetitively. For the rest of you, the rampage begins:

Some of you students may know this scenario: you're talking to friends about your classes and your majors. Someone says that their major is exceptionally hard. You answer "I know! Mine too." Their answer is not a giggle of understanding or a frustrated grunt while you two bond through the connection of frustration and anger at the amount of work you have. Their answer is not the silent sound of friendship being created while you act angry at your classes although you know that the challenge is really what you crave and love about your classes. No. Their answer to your statement is: "You have no idea! Your major isn't that hard. My major is ridiculous. The classes I have to take make me do things that I don't ever want to do again like speak in front of lots of people." Oh believe me honey, I don't want to stand in front of people either and give a speech, I have a public speaking class in my future too. You're not the only person in the world with that fear, you're not the only person in the world that has to take that class. Don't you tell me your bloody major is harder than mine because you chose to follow that path and you decided to go to university and you decided to take that class and you decided not to overcome your fear and you decided on every step of your life. Unless you take every class in my major that I took you have no right of telling me what's harder or easier than my major. Do you see me telling you my major is harder than yours? I'm not that juvenile. 

Story two begins on a nice quiet evening with friends. We're playing games, drinking games, but nothing super silly or outrageous. We're playing charades, basically. Two teams, the team scores and the opposing team drinks. Working well, until one of the guests, who is rather new to the group, decides to get a little too into the game and starts shouting and getting up in people's faces. He shouts "DRINK" very loudly and aggressively whenever the opposing team has to drink. Look buddy, we get the game rules. We're not the drunk ones and we're the ones that came up with the damn rules. Sit your ass back down and clam your s***. Geez! What is going on? This game ends abruptly, after some people were little party-poopers and didn't take their turns until someone sounded disappointed in them. Peer pressure always works, but does it have to go there first? Apparently... I was on top of it when someone said they were going home. "Me too!" I said and grabbed my jacket. I just didn't like the atmosphere anymore. Everything was done. The party had become awkward. 

What else can I complain about? Well, there's so much I just don't know how to squish it all into a blog. I hate stomping. The person above us is so loud. They sound like an elephant on bloody crack. I just don't know how long this house will still hold. 

Well, I guess I'll go back to reading my textbook about policing again. I've been doing that almost all day and stopped for the past 3 hours. Luckily I got to take a break from taking a break and vented to a great friend! 

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