Mechanics
Today a generator I use decided to burst it's fuel/water separator. This was noticed due to the massive wet spot that smelled like fuel beneath the generator. Vague reference quote time! I love engine fires.
Seriously though, it reminded me why I don't think I could be a mechanic. It's just ridiculous how hard it is to access some parts. It's practically a contortionist job to get to the part and gain enough leverage to maneuver properly. Also, my hands were completely covered in diesel and oil and general engine grime. Engine grime is cool, though, because it has the consistency of powdered mud. By cool, I mean it sucks.
I have not updated this thing in a long time. Actually, I haven't updated anything online in a long time. I've become pretty focused on real life and the whole Iraq thing, even though I find this place to be a soul-sucking hell-hole more and more with each passing minute. Sometimes I really can't stand it here. It smells horrible, there is trash everywhere, and the dust seems to make a conscious effort to creep into everything.
There are a lot of childhood beliefs I once held that were pretty stupid and silly, but I only recently found one of them to be false. Up until the past week or so, I liked to believe that the world at large generally gained intelligence as we progressed in technology and understanding. However, no matter how smart the greatest scientist or philosopher (religion included) is and how much they understand, it won't make a difference. Even if they produce a shit-ton (metric) of documentation, someone has to read it to get anything from it.
People just get so comfortable with so little. I'm all for accepting your situation, but I can't understand giving up on trying to improve it.
I can't understand people that have purely consumerist hobbies, for instance. Example: I know people that don't do anything outside of watching TV or playing video games. These are good things to do, and there is fun to be had in them. Still, you don't produce anything. It's just an empty activity in the long-term. Maybe you'll learn something, I don't know.
Maybe there was a point to all this, but right now I think I'm just ranting.
I feel as if I'm in a slump of depression. There are several factors to this, including the breakup between my girlfriend and I. I don't think that triggered it, not really. I think mostly I'm just trying to decide on life.
Meh.
Well, this is emojournal or whatever, so, whine.
Seriously though, it reminded me why I don't think I could be a mechanic. It's just ridiculous how hard it is to access some parts. It's practically a contortionist job to get to the part and gain enough leverage to maneuver properly. Also, my hands were completely covered in diesel and oil and general engine grime. Engine grime is cool, though, because it has the consistency of powdered mud. By cool, I mean it sucks.
I have not updated this thing in a long time. Actually, I haven't updated anything online in a long time. I've become pretty focused on real life and the whole Iraq thing, even though I find this place to be a soul-sucking hell-hole more and more with each passing minute. Sometimes I really can't stand it here. It smells horrible, there is trash everywhere, and the dust seems to make a conscious effort to creep into everything.
There are a lot of childhood beliefs I once held that were pretty stupid and silly, but I only recently found one of them to be false. Up until the past week or so, I liked to believe that the world at large generally gained intelligence as we progressed in technology and understanding. However, no matter how smart the greatest scientist or philosopher (religion included) is and how much they understand, it won't make a difference. Even if they produce a shit-ton (metric) of documentation, someone has to read it to get anything from it.
People just get so comfortable with so little. I'm all for accepting your situation, but I can't understand giving up on trying to improve it.
I can't understand people that have purely consumerist hobbies, for instance. Example: I know people that don't do anything outside of watching TV or playing video games. These are good things to do, and there is fun to be had in them. Still, you don't produce anything. It's just an empty activity in the long-term. Maybe you'll learn something, I don't know.
Maybe there was a point to all this, but right now I think I'm just ranting.
I feel as if I'm in a slump of depression. There are several factors to this, including the breakup between my girlfriend and I. I don't think that triggered it, not really. I think mostly I'm just trying to decide on life.
Meh.
Well, this is emojournal or whatever, so, whine.