Did I fail to mention, being back at home is not all it's cracked up to be? I've been busy doing fuck-all, but that's only because "the girl" isn't here. I wonder what the return would have been like if she had stuck around? Funny thing is, I'm just rolling right along... Fighting, lifting, running, reading, shopping, home improvements, auto accessories, studying for my Masters, the occasional visit to the office... Whatever.
There's something to be said about this lifestyle, besides "it's not for everyone"... You feel important at odd times. When I think about it; it's strange, if not depressing. The only time your worth is measured is when, not only has something fucking horrible just happened, but you had to do the one thing that is the most un-natural thing in the world - when the shit hit the fan and everyone else hauled ass/pissed/shit themselves (like you are supposed to do), you had to stand there and fix shit or stop this bad thing from happening by making other bad things happen... Fucking weird trip. Because, most of the time, when you're local, you feel useless, and you can't wait to go back "over there", just so someone will acknowledge your contributions to the collective or whatever. But when you're "over there", you feel like you're doing your part, where the fuck is everybody else, and it' would be nice to just go home... The duality of man: a constant paradox. The grass is always greener nearer the septic tank, ladies and gentle spoons...
There's something to be said about this lifestyle, besides "it's not for everyone"... You feel important at odd times. When I think about it; it's strange, if not depressing. The only time your worth is measured is when, not only has something fucking horrible just happened, but you had to do the one thing that is the most un-natural thing in the world - when the shit hit the fan and everyone else hauled ass/pissed/shit themselves (like you are supposed to do), you had to stand there and fix shit or stop this bad thing from happening by making other bad things happen... Fucking weird trip. Because, most of the time, when you're local, you feel useless, and you can't wait to go back "over there", just so someone will acknowledge your contributions to the collective or whatever. But when you're "over there", you feel like you're doing your part, where the fuck is everybody else, and it' would be nice to just go home... The duality of man: a constant paradox. The grass is always greener nearer the septic tank, ladies and gentle spoons...
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Hope all is well in your world. Forgot to ask how the christmas gift paint job was received.
lol Just as I type this I can hear a jog to the head for another bulemia impersonation. lol "no more drugs for you mate!"
Well, anyway man, take care and hope to see/hear from you soon.
I think we can both use it, especially you. My hands are aching to give some poor 3rd world girls a massage.
Looks like I'm going to Orlando this weekend for the SHOT show. It's some kind of big firearms trade show thing. Bill is flying me there. And yes, I am leary. They bought the ticket. So as long as I don't get a bill from them when I get back.. lol
Well, I'm off. Just finished up my sniper school and tomorrow I start teaching the SWAT school. Least I got today to relax. I'm dreading doing that stupid O course at Ft. Meade a gazillion times this week. Hut hut hut, we're tough, you're maggots, hut hut hut.