Where I Stand
Afishionados,
I’m feeling introspective tonight. I’ve been relaxing to the fabulous music of James Horner and re-examining my life. I’m not happy and it’s affecting my friends and family, so I’ve been pondering various schemes in hopes to change it and make it better.
I feel like I’ve lost my way on the path that is my life. I thought the Navy would be a step in the right direction but I’ve never had a job where I’ve felt so sidetracked and worthless. I hate it.
While there are good people in the military, it seems that most of them are too stupid to do anything else with their lives so they join the armed forces. I don’t think I have the patience to last beyond my required contractual obligation. There’s just too much petty bullshit involved and too many games that I don’t want to play.
Everyday it’s the same old stuff. The same idiotic First Classes and Chiefs with the same mindless drivel spewing from their pointless mouths: “Did you shave today? Why aren’t your boots polished? Did you iron your uniform at all, shipmate?”
Why are these the things that matter the most to so many people? I’ll never understand this. I’ve never onced asked another man about his shave, his haircut, his shoes, his clothes, or any other “military bearing” question that commonly comes up. I like to think that I have other things that I could worry about. If the only thing that you have to fuss about is how another person looks, then I want your job. A man’s clothes are not what really defines him. Looks aren’t everything, as George W. Bush proves.
I need a more creative outlet and I fully intend to find one. I don’t fancy myself as a good writer, so I don’t see my full-time career as a blogger taking off any time soon. But I wouldn’t mind dabbling in the areas of graphic design or photography. And I want to travel. Getting out of Washington is always a good thing.
James is done conducting for the night, and therefore I must retire. Tomorrow will soon be here, with it I hope comes a chance to start over fresh. If I continue the life of a mindless drone, then I’m afraid it will kill me in the end. I need meaning, I need a purpose. I don’t know what tomorrow brings, but I’m sure I can’t afford to miss it.
September 25th, 2006 at 9:12 pm
Well … If ya realy want th job o somone who needs only t fuss about how anothr prson looks, then youll hafta stay in th Navy until ya atain th rank o one o them inspection offcers.
Ironick, ainit?
September 26th, 2006 at 1:19 am
At least there’s only one direction… UP!
September 26th, 2006 at 1:40 pm
Not to argue about the organizational stupidity of the Navy, but I don’t remember meeting that many more stupid people while I was in as I have met being out. I think the biggest problem with the Navy is that the number of people in it doesn’t change with the actual work to do.
For instance, I was in a fighter squadron, had a very difficult job, two wars to fight, the airplanes were very hard to keep flying, and we were on a boat that led to a lot of aviation maintenence issues. Then I was in a strike fighter squadron that had brand new airplanes, we went to a modern ship (The Lincoln), no war that needed naval aviation’s help, and no mission.
Guess which command had the most assholes?
September 26th, 2006 at 7:02 pm
I know how you feel. Never thought aviation would be my career. Do what you have to to be happy. Let me know if I can help!
September 26th, 2006 at 8:17 pm
Good luck with those decisions
Got to make the most of that time
September 26th, 2006 at 8:21 pm
Bean: Are there any shacks for sale in Muttaburra? I’m pretty sure I can raise $5000 if I sell a kidney.
September 27th, 2006 at 3:46 pm
life does seem pointless at times, but remember, if you actually realize this, it puts you a step ahead of those other mindless morons that are making your life miserable….just don’t stay in this rut…all the best to you–I’m sure you’ll figure things out:) Hang in there!
October 1st, 2006 at 8:24 pm
I feel your pain. I hate this organization. The real world can’t be this retarded. There are a few cards to play, but the process will be a bitch and cluttered with those khaki bastards. On a side note, I’m a four monther.
October 23rd, 2006 at 7:54 pm
[...] Today I may have put my position as “reactor operator” in jeopardy. I’m tired of living a life without feeling so today I did something positive about it. It remains to be seen whether or not the Navy will actually be able to aid me in this endeavor, or if I will simply receive your standard issue “Eat Motrin and drink more water” treatment. [...]