One more double shot, no salt.
Ever have one of those times when you go online and realize that you haven't made a post in forever and then you're about to start and you realize that the only thing you want to do is bitch about shit but that you don't want to make a whole post that's just bitching about shit because you haven't posted in forever and it'll seem like all you do is post to bitch about shit? That's what happened to me like, 5 minutes ago.
So I guess the general status update is that yes I am still in the army and yes Georgia is fucking hot as hell. The best part about everything falling to pieces around me is probably the fact that when I ask around everyone tends to agree with me. For the longest time I was telling myself "Just one more deployment and I'm out." Well, it was a good run while it lasted but between the army trying to downsize and classifying every non-anorexic person as "fat" and "overweight" and them pulling a lot more stupid bullshit than they ever have since I've been in, I finally decided that if they want to kick people out I might as well jump on the bandwagon. The tricky part is doing it on my terms, because the whole system is screwed up to where if someone in the army can't perform physically they just get a slap on the wrist whereas if they're "fat" then they throw the book at them.
All in all I wouldn't undo the experience, given the chance. Time travel be damned, some mistakes were meant to be made. I have definitely learned the true value of "freedom" and at least can say I did my part for my country. I also learned that anywhere you go you find people from all walks of life, and there are a few friends I've made and people I've met that I never would have otherwise, and I think my life will be better for that experience. The only regret I have is that I am still maintaining a my lack of social courage. If 4 years in the army won't fix that, I guess I'll just have to see what years and years of expensive therapy can do. Someone read my palm and said that my lifeline connects with my loveline near the end. Maybe that's when I'll finally make it with a woman. Here's hoping :p.
So I guess the general status update is that yes I am still in the army and yes Georgia is fucking hot as hell. The best part about everything falling to pieces around me is probably the fact that when I ask around everyone tends to agree with me. For the longest time I was telling myself "Just one more deployment and I'm out." Well, it was a good run while it lasted but between the army trying to downsize and classifying every non-anorexic person as "fat" and "overweight" and them pulling a lot more stupid bullshit than they ever have since I've been in, I finally decided that if they want to kick people out I might as well jump on the bandwagon. The tricky part is doing it on my terms, because the whole system is screwed up to where if someone in the army can't perform physically they just get a slap on the wrist whereas if they're "fat" then they throw the book at them.
All in all I wouldn't undo the experience, given the chance. Time travel be damned, some mistakes were meant to be made. I have definitely learned the true value of "freedom" and at least can say I did my part for my country. I also learned that anywhere you go you find people from all walks of life, and there are a few friends I've made and people I've met that I never would have otherwise, and I think my life will be better for that experience. The only regret I have is that I am still maintaining a my lack of social courage. If 4 years in the army won't fix that, I guess I'll just have to see what years and years of expensive therapy can do. Someone read my palm and said that my lifeline connects with my loveline near the end. Maybe that's when I'll finally make it with a woman. Here's hoping :p.