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Every family has one of these. No matter what you say or how you feel, your family has that one weird member that is either so quiet they freak you out, or they’re so noisy and rebellious that they can never get along with you even if their lives depended on it. Sure, once in a while grandma will come along and iron out the wrinkles but you know they eventually come back either because of the black sheep, or your own disliking.
Now imagine the family being an organization, and you are the new grandma. The kids are the closest friends you’ve got. What do you do? How do you react?
Some people like to think of an organization that has no chemistry as just hopeless, fullstop. I on the other hand believe in change, just like Obama 
To me, the black sheep issue can at least have an attempt at being resolved, rather than just being red-inked and forgotten about. However, the contrary of that theory is slowly catching up to me as I approach the ending of my college life.
It has happened before in Secondary School. I can never understand what is it about people who choose to be so hard headed, so much that they don’t bother about what other people say. In other words, I never knew a person this stubborn and perhaps even cruel can appear outside of movies in real life. Though I’ve been thought all my life to never trust anyone too much, and that crackheads like these are nothing but nusiance; both the person that taught me this and the hard head himself has to wake up and smell the brewing coffee because teams don’t work without teamwork.
Co-operation has been the least of some people’s concerns. I don’t need to mention names either, because as they say, siapa makan cili, dia rasa pedas. If I were a leader in an organization that requires teamwork, you can bet that I’ll just terminate those who can’t take it as a team effort. Until today, nobody has yet to achieve this effect because I realize that I am still in an immature environment. Teamwork isn’t the first priority, friendship is.
Yes it’s true, my mother is the one that taught me not to care about my friends too much. I don’t blame her though, she climbed up the tall ladder of success not only on her own, but with obstacles to be rid of. Her style of thinking is rather old school, but when I think about it properly, it is perfect.
It’s a simple system. You get rid of the crackheads, and keep in the key players. Oh how I wish leaders could execute this easily without having to deal with the Gossip Girl drama shortly after. Sadly this isn’t how the world I am in now operates.
We are too fond of keeping close relations with a peer, even with some claiming it would be an advantage if you happen to bump into them in the real world next time. Like I said, I believe in change, but slowly I’m becoming a pessimist. Now I don’t believe people can make such changes. My own motto? One doesn’t need those whom cannot be productive, now or ever.
I see myself slowly transforming, but I feel like it’s what I should do to keep myself safe. I feel like it is right. Caring too much about friends won’t make you succeed. Suddenly, the best way to deal with hypocrites and nonconstructive critics is to just fuck them, and be on with life. No matter what happens, put your own oxygen mask on first before helping others. Be selfish. Be arrogant. One must do whatever one feels is right, and insist on that idea because one knows that is the right decision. I am becoming one of them.
Minus the friends.
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