so it never fails that i find myself getting to do things everyone around me wants to do but i have no desire of partaking in.
This week i will go to the Jungle Warfare Training Center and play in the jungle with the banana spiders and the snakes for about a week. Sounds exciting and all but i just dont want to. Its like when your buddy tries to get you to go climb on top of the highschool and you dont want but do it anyways. hopefully it is good.
This week was crazy, and i realized that human beings are strange creatures. We can adapt to everything that nature can throw at us physically but our one weakness is when we cant handle something that is mentally challenging. i probably think to much.
Also i hate he military and this time it isnt cause of all the other things i have been bitchin about. this time it is serious. yesterday there was a mass handout of experimental Malaria pills that are supposed to prevent someone from getting the disease in country. Funny thing is i woke up like five times last night from crazy fucking dreams. funny story to go along with that. i woke up this morning to nothing. my alarm didnt go off so i slept in a little. the problem was that sunrises in japan look exactly like sunsets. so i get out of bed and check my wristwatch and it says 7:45. since it was an analog and not digital i didnt know if it was am or pm. so in my mind i am thinking i seriously just slept for 24 hours or more. i put my clothes on as fast as i could and pratically ran to the office i am working in cause i am in the process of building a unit website and i had work to do. i run by someone and they stare at me like i am fucking crazy. i stop and say whats up. His reply "what the fuck are you doing up so early, everyone else is either hungover or sleeping cause of libo last night."
i stare at him with deer in the headlight eyes and my mind races. i look to the horizon and see the sun rising on the wrong side of the sky and the only response i can com up with is "what day is it"
The rest of the day i have been in a shade of what the fuck, i dont even know whats going on.
But back to my original point, fuck the military and their experimental drugs, that shit sent me tripping.
This week should be good though, just as long as i dont get bit by a snake or attacked by a banana spider. have you seen those things, FUUCK! they are mean.
Also a sense of dread has come over me. i dont want to deploy, i dont want to be in the military, i dont want the chance to go to oriental countries, i dont want to go on a ship for four months and i dont want to be here.
What i want is to be enrolled in an art college, taking 36 credits worth of painting a semester, savoring every waking moment, making pottery and selling it at local farmers markets, riding a bike because i am a hippie, having conversations about how everything from politics to gov't is corrupt and enjoying my life.
guess somethings you gotta live through.
i get to distracted by the small things to be in the military.
.....Fuck MRE's. dammit, i just realized i am not going to eat next week cause of those fucking things.
