So, I revamped the blog and deleted all of the older posts that were ultimately stupid, vapid, and probably quite a bit narcissistic.
Not quite sure what I was thinking when I started this blog, I think I intended to go back to my good old political punditry days. Though, alas, I do not have the time, energy, or desire to keep up with the political climate any more…so I’ll just make fun of myself, my colleagues, and the Army (it’s a lot simpler).
As I write this, I am comfortably seated on the couch in my parents living room, where I have been enjoying some rest and relaxation for the past ten days. Ten days of a weird vegetative state watching Family Guy, Scrubs, and The God Father movies, throw in a paranoia I now have when entering a crowded area and you have a recipe for an ultimately restless and pissed off individual.
Is it right though that I complain as I enjoy time off from the routinely unexciting life awaiting me back in Iraq (for approximately 8 more months might I add), I think so. I’ve devoted a lot of time to my family and I do not regret that, I do regret how ever that I have failed to do anything at all while I have been at home; except to find out that the Army screwed up a filling and I now require a root canal (go socialized medicine in action!).
I count down my days until I go to Washington for a little bit, visit the girl friend who has become so engrossed in her studies that she had the shortest phone conversation with me that I could never have thought possible: 59 seconds. Wow; so engrossed in studying…that 59 seconds was all she could spare me. What ever, it’s a good thing I trust her and have no reasons to distrust her or I’d be seriously perturbed by the fact that I got brushed off like a dirty homeless person begging for change at the McDonald’s drive-thru.
Another little interesting update about my “R&R”, I found out 2 days after I was home that the day I landed in the States my company took a hit, and that one of the guys lost was a friend of mine, one who will be sorely missed. So what did I do? I went through all the basic motions of being with my family, but it was just the motions there was no feeling of happiness of enjoying a home cooked meal, I quietly ate my food, dismissed myself and chain smoked a pack of cigarettes like there really was heroin in the filters. I still have a small pang of unnecessary and unwanted guilt that hangs over my head, I could have done nothing to stop the deaths, hell it wasn’t even my platoon. I think it’s that even though I am safe and sound, and it was just my slotted time to escape the fun in the sun I feel incomplete without my buddies around; they are my family in a lot of ways.
Ok, so enough of the sentimental horse crap. I have 8 more days of alcohol, good cigarettes, good food, and relaxation before I get to go back to the personal ad that is my life during deployment:
“Enjoys long walks in the sand on a moon lit night, looking for that special someone who will explode into my life.”
Until later, keep the false motivation high…and your want for alcoholism higher.
-TS-