You F!*#@ed Up by Coming Here.

O how I hate the impersonality of email! In my naive foolishness I've taken the position of being President of a local club. I figured 'President on my resume? Man, that will look sweet', though the reality just doesn’t stack up to the promising ideal.

First of all, I never truly understood the cultural phenomenon of individuals never getting involved with anything. After all, the campus is continually asking everyone, anyone, to get involved with anything! They practically beg, though no one does anything - and it certainly isn’t limited to my small neck of the woods. I went to another campus only to read the exact same thing in their campus newspaper. It read something to the effect of, "Nothing to do on campus!" and blah blah blah, I'm sure you have all read similar stories.

So being the president of this club is a complete disaster, I find I work and work only to find dead ends and people who have no interest in anything - just as I was mere days before my nomination, and eventual election. I finally understand why no one gets involved in anything, its two reasons really:

1.) Everything sucks, as it requires enormous amounts of work for bullshit causes

2.) It violates the thirty-second rule

We are having a fundraiser on Monday, though we aren’t quite certain why we are raising funds. It is an utter bureaucracy at its best! So in order to complete this fundraiser I, being the President, must gather everything together and make sure it works.

Now this is the best part:

I email multiple people only to receive cold dead professional responses indicating I’ve made a mistake - no scratch that - a F@#I email multiple people only to receive cold dead professional responses indicating I’ve made a mistake - no scratch that - a F@#$&ing mistake. It seems in every cold email I receive back for an innocent question I posed, it always reduces it to "You F!*#@ed up by coming here." No constructive response, no sympathy, no advice just a cold professional letter reducing everything to "You f@#$@ed up by coming here." Shit, after three of those letters the psychological lacerations begin to sting!

So that really pisses me off, especially considering those lacerations are not petty scratches, but rather hardcore blows intended to permanently end the inquiry! Secondly, being involved in anything violates the thirty-second rule. I must say I’ve always believed in the rule, though I’ve never truly understood it until this day.

A guy once told me, "Do not have any attachments, do not have anything in your life you are not willing to walk out on in 30 seconds flat if you spot the heat around the corner." –Robert De Niro, Heat

Genius. I realize to fully grasp that quote you have to be a slave to something in order to realize the true philosophy of freedom behind it. Overall I must say, I’d rather be a slave to something pitiful like President of a crappy club, than be a slave to something more serious. Might as well learn now, rather than learn later.