Unreliability, again?!

Progress is a funny word. It's usage as defined by the dictionary is "Movement, as toward a goal; advance." I certainly don't feel like too much of that is happening. Or rather, it is, but it's more of the 1-step-forward, 2-steps-backward variety. Keeping this as ambiguous as possible (for no conspicuous reason at all) a lot of times I feel like I'm putting a lot of effort into something, only to receive a very disproportionate amount in return. This is true of a lot of different things, such as fixing computers, studying, or even outside of academia in such vastly explored fields such as working on relationships. It always feels like I have to put in all kinds of time, all kinds of thought, all kinds of commitment into something, only to receive a very frustrating Blue Screen of Death (a very common occurence in olden times, now formally replaced by slightly less scary error messages with pretty "submit report" buttons that don't do much), or for me to forget those last three slides from lecture notes and have to go over them again, or for me go through a lot of effort securing a ride home from Lansing with a friend, make sure to call them four or five times, and get left with an "OH SHOOT I FORGOT, want me to turn around?"

It brings me to my point, which is that very few things, if any at all, are reliable. I've pointed it out before I'm sure, and I'm also fairly sure that I'm probably just unnecessarily complaining and hearking on an old beaten horse, but it's my blog and I'll cry if I want to. But frankly, few machines are reliable, few processes are gaurenteed to not break down, and very few people are reliable. It sucks though when you're someone like me for example, who is constantly forced to rely on people, only to be let down, again and again and again. Maybe I shouldn't let it get to me, maybe I should just brush it off a la Jay Z, and there's a good chance that me talking about it right now is making it worse, but I'd rather have my feelings down to reflect on later then not. I don't like that I don't really have a solid foundation to stand on, and that everything around me is very shaky at best. Tis the life of a college student I guess though. I'm still waiting for a friend to call me back who fifteen minutes ago said they'd call me back in five.