Dromedary

One! Two! Three!
To every broken heart in here
Love was once a part, but now it’s disappeared
She told me that it’s all a part of the choices that your making
Even when you think you’re right
You have to give to take

But there’s still tomorrow
Forget the sorrow
And I can be on the last train home
Watch it pass the day
As it fades away
No more time to care
No more time, today

But we sing
If we’re going nowhere
Yeah we sing
If it’s not enough
And we sing
Sing without a reason
To ever fall in love

I wonder if you’re listening
Picking up on the signals
Sent back from within
Sometimes it feels like I don’t really know whats going on
Time and time again it seems like everything is wrong in here

But there’s still tomorrow
Forget the sorrow
And I can be on the last train home
Watch it pass the day
As it fades away
No more time to care
No more time, today

But we sing
If we’re going nowhere
Yeah we sing
If it’s not enough
And we sing
Sing without a reason
To ever fall in love

Well we sing if we’re going nowhere
Yeah we sing if it’s not enough
And we sing
Sing without a reason to ever fall in love

But we sing
If we’re going no where
Yeah we sing
If it’s not enough
And we sing
Sing with out a reason to never fall in love
To never fall in love again
To never fall in love again
To never fall in love again 

“Last Train Home” – Lost Prophets

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Some people call a spade a diamond, in order to deftly dodge reality for whatever reason.  Others call a spade a spade, just as they see it.  Me?  I’m of a special breed, and am apt to call a spade a bloody fucking shovel.  Sure, sometimes I lean toward the diamond mislabeling, and other times, I deal it straight up, but once you cross that fine line, it’s all downhill, folks.  Case in point: this past evening. 

I’ve been suffering the passive-aggressive, self-aggrandizing, glory-hogging tendencies of a fellow INSEADer (whose presence I’ve questioned since P1) for a very long time.  Yes; not INSEAD students belong here, and I wonder how some got past the multi-layered screening process.  There, I said it.  Anyway, the proverbial straw that broke my proverbial hump fell this evening, and boy, did it feel good to damn the torpedoes and flood the hatches. 

Sure, I could’ve probably handled the situation a little more diplomatically; hell, I’ve attended 2.5 periods of Organizational Behavior (OB) courses after all.  But I chose not to.  Why?  Because sometimes, you just have to lay down the law, else you risk losing all credibility.  And credibility, be it as a Glock-toting drug dealer on the streets of Johannesburg, or as an Eastpack-bearing interview seeker in the halls of INSEAD, ultimately counts for a lot more than most people know.  Plus, I’m tired of the cloud of muted whining, groaning, and mumbling that constantly surrounds this person, and tired of the passivity of said whiners, groaners and mumblers who choose to do nothing about this waste of an INSEAD slot.  So, foot, I’d like you to meet ass.  Game on.

Today is definitely a new day.  Welcome back, my dear friend anger.