I hate the Cal Racquetball Club!

All I ask is to play Racquetball a few times a week, perhaps 3, perhaps 4. That doesn't sound like too much to ask in my opinion. But wait! Oh, the Cal Racquetball Club has the courts reserved from 7-10 every Tuesday and Thursday. That's all right I guess, maybe I'll just play Monday, Wednesday and Friday, I can deal with that. Oh hold on! Nope, can't do that either, Handball club has it Monday and Wednesday. Sucks to be you.

Ok, I came up with a plan now. I can just join the Racquetball Club. I mean, I'm not so bad myself and besides, they can probably give me pointers and help me improve my game. All I need to do is ask the desk clerk. Hang on, cause here comes the major catch. The Cal Racquetball Club is not run by or affiliated with the Cal Recreational Sports Facility. In order to join I would have to find the people that run it, pay $25, try out and maybe then I could play. Fuck That. I already paid $35 just to use the gym, I'm not paying more for the possibility of additional privileges.

I don't see why any group not run by the management of the Cal sports programs or their facilities should get special treatment or blanket use of the limited facilities meant for students. I too am a student who has paid for use. Additionally, why the hell are half of the Racquetball courts being used for other stuff? A racquetball court is not the proper place for a stretching room. It is possible to stretch elsewhere, perhaps on your court or by your equipment. Maybe you should try stretching in the locker room. Oh, and if you were looking for a place to store scaffolding and janitorial supplies, I know a quaint little racquetball court that nobody was using. I hate you. Get the Boxing Team their own facilities and off of the Racquetball courts, and find someplace to store stuff. I just want to play racquetball jerks.

This is driving me nuts.

The illusion of "Normalcy" is a strange phenomenon. (The word in quotes is intentional; it is not a real word and I hate that our society easily accepts grammatical faults as novel methods of speech.) How easily our minds allow our conceptions of normality to change without taking any notes on before or after. Stranger yet how normal for you may be far different than normal for me.
I have a great many crazy stories that few of my friends at other colleges could ever hope to top, only problem is that I never tell them. Why is this? Because strange, unusual and just plain amazing things happen with such frequency here that, to me, they have become normal. I couldn't hope to recount even a small percentage of these off the top of my head until something reminds me.
This vast difference becomes immensely apparent when trying to relate to anyone who is not in my current situation. They can't fathom how some of the everyday occurances in my life could ever happen to anybody, let alone multiple times. More often than not I alienate myself with a statement like "sometimes blah blah blah, that ever happen to you?" Everyone just stares at me with glossed eyes as if I had just relayed Heisenberg's Uncertainty Principle to a bunch of third graders.
I feel like I am slowly changing into something I never thought I'd become. Nor did I ever want to become what I am now. I have developed deep seeded hatreds for many things that I see around myself. I have allowed myself to turn into one of those grumpy old guys who remembers the good old days and can only relate to a few people.
How did I change so much and never notice?