I took a hit today that's been on my mind like a leech. Take it easy. That was nothing compared to bmt. They rattled my brain something fierce in there, sticking broom handles in my bum bum and all that shit. I got to build a thicker hide. Cuz the truth is, all the stuff I've gone through in my life is nothing compared to growing old and working on a tough job site. Tech Sarg Randolf said I'd be a supervisor because of who I was and all that jazz. I guess he's right. I'd likely be one of those guys who had to ensure things went smoothly rather than have to lift bags and stuff myself.
They make the good money, but if one thing goes wrong, they're fired, lots of pressure. It's like being a major league baseball player vs the minor league, the game is tougher.
God damn I'm confused though. I want to care what people think about me then I have a side of me that is like a big asshole of a guy who could care less what people think about him and would gladly kick ass to keep order, yet one thing irks me to no end, WOMEN and what dating and stuff would actually entail cuz I'm sorry, but to suddenly expect me to join the mil and having never really kissed or felt up boobies before, then marry a girl out of the clear blue sky is ludicrous. I see now that my father was the same way though, never intending to marry my mother, but he had to or something. Tells me he doesn't even know my mother really... wtf kind of world is this.
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