If this is hard to follow I apologize, I am in a lot of pain right now and letting my thoughts flow... I would say I'll fix it later but that would be a lie. Again for my disclaimer: This is what I think not the view of the military or the government. Just my rant.
So, I do have to say I used to think working in a family owned restaurant run by a 25 year old was the worst for nepotism, favoritism, and brown-nosing. However, I have learned (not so recently) that I am mistaken. The military is the most awesome place if you like working hard and getting shit on because your job does something. I wouldn't class myself as an over-achiever, because honestly I don't care most of the time. But when my job keeps people safe, I do make sure I do it well. Moving on from that...
Sometimes I think too much, sometimes not enough.
PC, to some it's personal computer to others it's paper clip, piece, private chat, police car, Peace corp, but to those lucky ones it's politically correct.
The military is supposed to make you hard, to accept anything, being yelled at, dragging a heavy bag across a field, for a fire fight where the person next to you might get hit by a bullet or blown up. But now getting yelled at is too much. Now you get a stress card and everything is hunky-dory because you'll get to yell "time out" when you get too stressed or someone's not being nice to you because you're acting like a 10 year old and you don't get your way. Or, you were raised in a different country, not hating other countries, and being in the US Military isn't like your old life. But, it's okay cause you don't understand. You get special treatment, but if someone else did the same thing you did... "rank, what's that?" it would be gone. Plain and simple, gone.
And then the rest of america, "There's a war?" or "You're a baby killer." just bitting your tounge because whatever you say, you still have to be better.
The military, full of favoritism and being PC. You get a don't rape people class, don't make lewd jokes class, don't say anything that could offend anyone anywhere class, all time favorite don't kill yourself class. Which by the end of this last class you want to take a blade out and run it down your wrist, the arteries that are in your legs, and if you have the balls (so sorry if i do offend) your jugular. Just so you never have to sit through another class like this again. Don't call a female a chick, girl or haven forbid a woman, males and females are all equal and have the same standards.. Oh wait, physically we don't. Oh and I forgot, a female can't be in infantry... that's still the boys only club. Which honestly I don't want to go play in the mud for weeks on end. I like what I do. But don't try to make me into a combat arms job, I didn't sign up for that. What else do we have, oh safety is always first. Right, cause being in a country that wants us out is safe. Don't forget to go to a class to prevent DUIs.... while you're in a dry country. Will they pick me up from here if I call and say I'm too drunk to drive home?
Never leave anyone uninformed... check. Almost ten months without a visit or a peep... I was very well informed. "We're one big family." I don't talk to my family often, does that mean I don't have to talk to you? "It's a team effort, but I wouldn't talk to anyone if they didn't do my job because I'm an elitist schmuck."
I once thought people were good, I still try to find the good in all people. It saddens me to face the reality that some people will never be good. Some people are still "all about me."
Trying to please other people instead of being who you are to you. I will admit I am guilty of this. I wish I wasn't, but I'm learning that no one really cares. I'm stopping that game. And I'm not being nice about it. There is a person that likes to follow me around I didn't stop it earlier because I thought it would patter off and die away into nothingness. Alas, it has turned into a full fledged obsession. Sometimes being anti-social isn't enough too keep him away. I hate being utterly mean to people, a complete bitch and honestly meaning it, trying to hurt someone to save my sanity. To save the relationships that I have without lashing out at my friends because one person won't stop.
I think tomorrow I will write a nifty little story about something less angry.
Truth
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