You know you're taking rush too seriously when
Your roommate complains that when you sleep talk, you recite the entire Greek alphabet backwards.
You consult your psychic and/or tarot card reader between rounds. You're overjoyed to hear that you were a fraternity brother/sorority sister in a past life.
Guys: You consult your resume for talking points while you Google "tying a tie." You then ask your closest inner circle for their bro-pinions on the most important decision of all: To Windsor-knot or not to Windsor-knot?
Girls: You spend hours scouring the Web, scouting out new threads for the occasion and decide on an outfit solely designed by Christians: Dior, Lacroix and Louboutin, that is.
You experience your first existential breakdown. You vow to join 10 impressive extracurriculars two days before rush in order to be able to bromance/girl-flirt more effectively.
You don't wash your hands for a week after shaking hands with the
fraternity/sorority president.
If you cry and you shave your head bald because you didn't get a bid, then you're probably taking rush too seriously. But if you're crying and you shaved your head bald because that last beer just pushed you over the edge, that's cool you're probably a YouTube sensation by now. Can we have your autograph?
