I must invent new words to describe my performance today...
...it was scrumtrillescent.
I am the greatest man to ever live.
I shot 40 targets with 40 rounds on the M4 range today. I was perfect. And I didn't have to do any office work today.
The only thing I did today was fire. It was amazing. Every time I get to soldier it reminds of how much I hate my desk job. I need to be in the infantry.
So I'm 22 years old, single with no dependents, I have my own beautiful place in an amazing city, I have a four day weekend, I finally learned how to shoot, and I hate it here. I'm bored. I have nothing to spend my time on here except the Army. On weekdays I am so busy I have no time to be bored, I'm too busy. On weekends, boredom and depression set in. I can already tell this four day is gonna be tough, I'm going to drag up every mistake I've ever made and blame myself some more. I'm going to pick at emotional scabs, reopen old wounds, and make some new ones. I either need a war, or a girlfriend. I need something bigger and more grand than myself to devote myself to. I need something to eat up all the lonely hours. I'd like to go out and do something with someone I really care about, but I don't have anyone like that here.
Mebbe if I went out made some friends. Some civilian friends, for who the very concepts that underlie my job - nay - my calling, are completely alien. How do I make friends? It's been awhile, I'm rusty. I need an 'in' - a way into a scene here. I need a hook. Maybe I should just be myself. No, that's never worked.
I dunno. Fuck, 40 Year Old Virgin doesn't get released till December 13th.
There is no end. I need to break out and add a part to me.
I am the greatest man to ever live.
I shot 40 targets with 40 rounds on the M4 range today. I was perfect. And I didn't have to do any office work today.
The only thing I did today was fire. It was amazing. Every time I get to soldier it reminds of how much I hate my desk job. I need to be in the infantry.
So I'm 22 years old, single with no dependents, I have my own beautiful place in an amazing city, I have a four day weekend, I finally learned how to shoot, and I hate it here. I'm bored. I have nothing to spend my time on here except the Army. On weekdays I am so busy I have no time to be bored, I'm too busy. On weekends, boredom and depression set in. I can already tell this four day is gonna be tough, I'm going to drag up every mistake I've ever made and blame myself some more. I'm going to pick at emotional scabs, reopen old wounds, and make some new ones. I either need a war, or a girlfriend. I need something bigger and more grand than myself to devote myself to. I need something to eat up all the lonely hours. I'd like to go out and do something with someone I really care about, but I don't have anyone like that here.
Mebbe if I went out made some friends. Some civilian friends, for who the very concepts that underlie my job - nay - my calling, are completely alien. How do I make friends? It's been awhile, I'm rusty. I need an 'in' - a way into a scene here. I need a hook. Maybe I should just be myself. No, that's never worked.
I dunno. Fuck, 40 Year Old Virgin doesn't get released till December 13th.
There is no end. I need to break out and add a part to me.