serious
today i went to the army/navy surpluss store and bought some stuff. as i was looking around i came upon one of those army helmets that were used in world war ii and stuff. i thought they were cool so i lifted one off the maniquin and placed it on my head. suddenly visions of boats full of people essentially being sent to their death flooded my vision. i felt the fear of an army infantry soldier awaiting my certain demise. not to say i know anything of war, but i felt a strange connection to it. it almost brought me to tears. just the weight of the helmet supported by my neck and shoulders freaked the living f*ck out of me. but for some reason i didn't want to put it back on the maniquin. i wanted to keep that feeling for some reason. maybe i wanted to keep the connection to the poor souls fighting today. i don't know. war freaks me out.