Woebegone

I am feeling a bit sorrowful lately. Down, blue, saddened. For what I am not quite sure. I have an idea though. I am an island. Or maybe even like China with a great big wall. I am sick of the Navy. I had a talk with my Master Chief yesterday about whether I should stay in or get out of the Navy when my enlistment is up. I know it is a long way away, but it never hurts to be prepared. I hate people. Just in general. I hate myself. I hate the path I have chosen to walk and the choices I have made. I don't regret it, but that doesn't mean I am happy with it. I love my $6 watch from Wal-Mart. That was a good choice. I hate my job. I hate the rules. The rules are stupid. The people who make the rules are stupid. US Navy Reservists are stupid. People who think that dipping is the same as smoking are stupid. People who won't allow me to dip inside because smokers can't smoke inside are stupid. Ya, cause it is the same thing.

I guess I may be a bit of a nonconformist. Why did I join the Navy? I thought they might be able to straighten me out with some discipline or what not. Nope. The Navy is a joke. Ha frickin Ha. I should have gone to the Naval Academy for college. I could have made straight A's. I know this because of some of the moronic officers that are put in charge of people. The lack of leadership skills or personability or even common sense lets me know this. I hate these fuckers. These are people who would be nothing without the military. Maybe I should have signed up to be a bullet catcher instead. Maybe I could have been put out of my misery by a road side bomb or from starvation because I won't eat the crap they cook up out in the middle of the furthest of easts. I can see myself bursting one day with a fury that no man or even myself will want to see. Rage, animosity, and rancor will pour from every last breath I take and I will do something to get myself into a great bit of trouble. I have to go now.