But Later Doesn't Always Come
It’s a big bright beautiful world, just the other side of this door. Six billion beautiful faces are waiting.
I’ve lost interest in the small things that would make me smile like winning crap on ebay, playing video games, or watching retarded videos. Most of that stopped a long time ago or as recent as last week, and now I think all of that was a waste of time.
I gain absolutely nothing in conversations with my roommates. They’re good guys but they’re as exciting and deep as a mind numbing documentary on cell division. Sometimes I think I get dumber for listening to them. That online game they play will be the death of them.
I don’t know what to do anymore besides go to others people’s rooms and talk to them. I wish I was still with my roommate from last semester, he knew how to bring up interesting things to talk about.
There is one thing that is guaranteed to make me smile, and that is watching video clips of academy graduations. The best part is when the announcement of “you are dismissed” is made, then they throw up their hats as the thunderbirds fly over. That gets me every time, little fuzzies in the inside. It’s quite an accomplishment to make it all four years. I pray for the day when I can do the same.
I remember telling Bill that life is about having fun, as long as other people don’t get hurt. He concurred. I sincerely try to live by that.
I can remember Dr. Hoffman asking a question along the lines of are any of you willing to sacrifice your life for God or country. I wanted to raise my hand but instead submitted to indirect peer pressure when I saw no one else felt the same as I did. It’s not that I was forced to believe that willingness to die for your country would be admirable, it came from my own observations of what I thought was right. I am most definitely anti-war, but still there are things worth fighting for.
I’ve lost interest in the small things that would make me smile like winning crap on ebay, playing video games, or watching retarded videos. Most of that stopped a long time ago or as recent as last week, and now I think all of that was a waste of time.
I gain absolutely nothing in conversations with my roommates. They’re good guys but they’re as exciting and deep as a mind numbing documentary on cell division. Sometimes I think I get dumber for listening to them. That online game they play will be the death of them.
I don’t know what to do anymore besides go to others people’s rooms and talk to them. I wish I was still with my roommate from last semester, he knew how to bring up interesting things to talk about.
There is one thing that is guaranteed to make me smile, and that is watching video clips of academy graduations. The best part is when the announcement of “you are dismissed” is made, then they throw up their hats as the thunderbirds fly over. That gets me every time, little fuzzies in the inside. It’s quite an accomplishment to make it all four years. I pray for the day when I can do the same.
I remember telling Bill that life is about having fun, as long as other people don’t get hurt. He concurred. I sincerely try to live by that.
I can remember Dr. Hoffman asking a question along the lines of are any of you willing to sacrifice your life for God or country. I wanted to raise my hand but instead submitted to indirect peer pressure when I saw no one else felt the same as I did. It’s not that I was forced to believe that willingness to die for your country would be admirable, it came from my own observations of what I thought was right. I am most definitely anti-war, but still there are things worth fighting for.