I miscommunicate with my family all the time. While I've gotten better at communicating with them, we are nowhere near to how other close families function. Miscommunication is a funny thing. Sometimes it ends up as a big joke, where everybody is laughing at the end of it. And other times... not so much.
In a post a while ago, I said that I would be joining a volleyball intramural team. I was really hyped up because we had some skilled players on the team and I hadn't played volleyball since the bantam season last year. However there was the problem of having to cut people off the team. There were kind of two people who headed the whole team, and I feel like there was a lot of miscommunication between the the co-captains. I was told by one captain that I was put on the team along with a fellow volleyball friend and that they had cut two girls from the team.
So I had this in my head until a few days ago, where the other captain comes up to one of the girls who was supposedly cut and asks her if she's ready for the upcoming game. The whole time I'm just sitting there thinking, "What the hell is going on here?" I had no idea what was happening, so after he was done talking to her, I asked her what was happening.
You can probably figure out the rest of the story. The first captain was sick today, so he wasn't there to witness the literal flock of cut players go onto the court and play. I was feeling dreadful because I did not want to play with those players. It's not that they were bad (in fact, some of them are much better than others), but it's more that I was frustrated because I was looking up to playing with those skilled players for a long time, and now... poop.
Whether it was a lack of communication between the two captains, or there wasn't a clear line on who was the actual captain, or both captains were just really bad at being leaders, I don't care. One captain is able to cut and knows his volleyball, while (to me) the other captain is just adding on players (and of course all of them are girls) and he just can't say no. So it's a mixture of miscommunication and leadership problems.
Attentioners
Wow I haven't used that term in such a long time. For anybody who needs a quick refresh or is new to this blog and my terms, attentioners are people who are attention craving, to put it simply. They constantly need to be the center of attention of the people around them. And how do I put this... I dislike them. They do obnoxiously silly things that disturb the whole class and it's stupid. That person is not getting the right type of attention.
For example. French class. Guy gets out of his seat and starts looking inside the recycling bin for candy. The teacher has her back turned to him, so she isn't aware of him (how in the world I don't know since he's making so much sound). However at some point (I don't know if somebody pointed him out or whatever) the teacher finally notices him and I think, "Thank god, I'm tired of this." However the teacher just treats it as a joke.
Please no. Just no.
I don't get why this one kid just gets the need to disturb the class and people who actually want to learn (or something corny like that). I'm just... done.
Getting Over.
It's tough. The longer the relationship lasts, the tougher it is if it ends. Such a large part of your life has been just cruelly ripped out. This is a topic, dedicated to all those people who have ever been on the receiving end of the metaphorical shotgun of love.
As with many things, the longer it lasts, the more value it picks up along its journey. Shorter relationships tend to have a more silent breakup, while longer relationships are bombs, cracking through the air. The majority of people do not want a short relationship, but what is the point of being with the one you love for a short period of time?
Being broken up with is difficult. For a while this person was anything and everything in your life. Now it's like this person doesn't even want to see your face anymore. It feels bad. You feel insecure. But you get over it. I'm not saying that you won't be hurt. No, there will be a scar.
But scars fade away. Just remember that you will get over it. There are other people out there, and even if it doesn't feel that way for a long time, it will at some point. There's no point of moping around and being sulky. You are a strong person. You will get over this.
That's It.
Well that is all I have to say. Sorry for the slightly longer-than-usual post today. I just had to accommodate a friend's request. But hey, that's what friends are there to be. Accommodating and supportive. Anyhow, I might not have exactly fulfilled my friend's wishes, but I think I did the right thing, or the best that I could.
I am an 8 today. I legitimately studied for my chemistry test and I don't think that I did bad on it (for once, hooray). Maybe I'll actually look into this method called studying as opposed to just winging everything left and right (haha, jokes). Alrighty then. Good post? I hope so. I tried to put a lot of effort in it. Thanks for reading along.
"Sometimes the person you would take a bullet for ends up being the one behind the gun." - Unknown
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