I kinda, sorta, don’t like joining clubs. I might actually have an irrational fear of student organizations in general,but you know what? SOME of them actually aren’t that bad.
IN particular, I think I made a sweet choice when I chose to join USG with Isabelle, Piane, and Eva. I mean, I had my doubts, because prior experiences with high school government meetings had me drop dead bored out of my mind, but I came to realize that the meetings were actually quite interesting, and it was a nice touch seeing those ideas proposed in the Public Service committee being acted upon. Truthfully, I realized that what I look for in a club, or in any organization for the matter, was action, and that’s exactly what USG brought in. I realized how stupid it was for me to “dislike” a club based on it’s face value. after all, not all clubs are the same, and that is exactly why it is so easy to find one that tailors to your needs and satisfactions. IN that respect, I remain, especially grateful, to those four who put up with my complaining about how stupid it was going to be, because if they hadn’t, I probably would’ve dropped out the moment I had the chance. Now though, I have something interesting to pursue, and I intend to pursue it immediately after I get back from my break.
I hate my name, every single variation of it. At this point, I think I’ve heard it all. Michael, Mike, Michelle, Mickey, the point is, It’s an instinctive passion of mine to hate common names, especially my own. Really though, Deep down, I think it’s the fact that there are at least five million other Michaels on this planet, which, if you think about it, is about twenty five percent of Australia. I sound like I’m joking right now, I wish I were joking right now, I’m not, I did my homework. You see, the thing that bothers me is, isn’t it counterproductive to name your children something taken already? Where’s the individuality, where’s the originality? There is none, exactly.
Alright, maybe I came off as too strong. Let me try this again. By now, if you’ve gotten to know me, you know that I’m a cynical, misanthropic person. That’s right, I over examine things and I hate most of the people I meet, It’s a double whammy, and the worst part is, it’s for no reason too! It’s not their problems though, its mine. The thing is, I’ve lived a sheltered life, one that I take for granted, and I don’t have hardships, unless you count breakups, and to be frank, I don’t really like the girls I date either.
I think I drink my own poison in a way. For example, I’m not smart! Everything I’ve achieved up to this point has been on hard work and practice, on me pacing myself and educated guesses on when to quit and when to pool all my efforts in. This is the ironic part. I’ve always hung out with the people that are the exact opposites of me. I’m talking of course, about those people that are so talented, so intelligent, and so useful to society that it spits in the face of the idea that “all were created equal”. If anything, the reason I blend in with that crowd at all is simple; thanks to all that talent, there is no work ethic, there’s no drive! That’s the down side to life being so easy for someone, they get careless. IN a way, it’s my own personal spy game, what’s the main objective? How long I can last without getting caught.
Finally, I’ve joined the Marines. The thing is, even though I tell myself that it’s for my country, for adventure, for security. Deep down, I think I joined the Marines because at the end of the day, that’s just it, I’m bored. I don’t feel guilty though, if anything, the only guilt I can feel is the guilt over disappointing my parents. It’s easy to see that they’re disappointed on me; I’m the son who was supposed to become a lawyer, the one who never gave them trouble, who got accepted into all his colleges, who gave them Standardized test scores they could brag about for months, and on and on, They paved a marble road for me, one that will end up leading to the best things life has to offer, Wealth, Family, Power, but most importantly, safety. It sucks having to imagine what it must have been like for them after hearing that I was going to take the road less taken, but I won’t go back, and pretend that the last few months in my life have been a mistake, in a way. That might be my one redeeming virtue; it might be my poison, depending on how you look at it. Either way, my determination and Stubbornness are world class.
