First timer

It is crazy how it works. How you can either run as fast as you can or walk as slow as possible but life always keeps at the same tempo. When I realized I should not have been a marine I hadn't even joined yet. But I went through with it anyway. The fact that it was a good choice still stands to be proven wrong. I just wish I could have more control over the simple things that I took for granted when I was a civilian. Like not having to answer to someone every day. Or being able to wake up and choose what I want to do that day, instead of it being chose for me. I can already see the positives of what this experience will give me. Like discipline and the what not's of a military life. I guess I just hate being told what to do. And the fact that the marine corp is a huge egotistical fraternity pisses me off everyday when I wake up. I know some asshole will talk at me like his word is from God himself. But you learn to live with a lot of shit while in the service.

There are more positives then the alternatives though. Every superior has a different way they reached their rank. And with that comes more experience then any civilian could offer. So when a superior comes forward in ernest humility and talks at us from the perspective of a teacher, a whole lot can be learned. 

I have yet to act normal to anyone I know here. It is just funny the way some people react. Some get pissed others just play along. I don't know what it is but messing with people I have hardly an acquaintance with amuses me greatly. 

But there still has yet to be one person to call me out on it.

I still have a great passion towards music. I know it will be what I end up doing someday.  I miss playing. My guitar is a better friend then any I have ever had. Simply put it is just the most simply relationship in which I get the most pleasure. Selfishness really.

This being my first Blog post with no readers kinda makes me chuckle. Its like a diary where I get to write to an imaginary audience.