06 Feb 2005:
Here I sit in Boston, Mass. with 6 Coors inside of me and not even a buzz to speak for it. All the kids are wasted and I'm playing revolution with the girls. Chris will not stop runninng his mouth unless he is passed out. He is gonna find himself suckin' on car fumes in his garage at this rate. He just ruins the entire Boston experience with his constant, nonsensical blabbering. Face turns my nose into a river and my eyes into iching balls of pain.
I don't mean to complain so much. I know it's rather immature, but I'm just not happy with the fact that I have to deal with an additional year of school for what turned out to be no reason at all. I want my commission, I want to finish school and I want all my work to finally have SOME signifigance and it was so STUPID of me to put that off for an entire year and a half when I could've had it by now. Our society loves to look down on and belittle anyone who doesn't go to college. Well, if our lives are so marvelous, what exactly do we have to show for it? What's so wonderful about college? I work for years on end, amounting to a four-digit number. And all that work is either wrong, not good enough, and/or irrelevant. With any luck, I'll get that job at AFIT this summer, or at least a PDT.
I suppose that's rather selfish of me to say since I've got such great friends & family here in New England who are all great people. But the fact is that I've never really fit in here with anyone for very long, not even with my own family. And recent events have only reinforced that belief.
Everyone my age seems compelled to drink to the point of idiotic behavior in order to feel good about themselves and/or have a good time. Because when that happens, I end up having to be the designated driver, or the designated escort and generally the designated adult to take care of everybody else. I'd rather do it than risking one of my friends getting raped or killed, but after seven years it starts to kinda suck. The fact is, I don't mind drinking, at least not as much as I used to. And I enjoy having a few Sammy's with some good friends at a pub or somebody's place. But I primarily enjoy THEIR COMPANY. The beer is just there to help unwind, not as a means to get shit-faced to the point of ridiculous immaturity. I had enough of that in junior high and high school and it did not end very well. I'm too old and too young all at once and it's rather frustrating, not to mention lonely. Which, once again, leaves me anxious to get my commission so that I can maybe meet some people who have grown beyond getting wasted every weekend.
Maybe moving to Ohio will be a good thing for me. And maybe it'll be a complete waste of time, just like pretty much everything else in my life right now. I just need something more in my life; something with meaning. Too often I feel like the only thing getting me through the day is the momentum left behind by the last 3.5 years and that's not gonna get me through to May '06. Or maybe I just need to "unfuck" myself 'cuz I'm expecting way too much out of life and I should just be happy with the fact that I don't have as many burdens to carry as others.
Sometimes, I wish that I could drop everything, leave it all behind and just go. But that would probably be the most selfish and irresponsible thing I could ever do. Besides, FedGov would hunt me down and throw me into a small cell for breaking my contract with the Air Force. Besides, it probably wouldn't do me any good since wherever I am, I just want to be someplace else.
Well, this has been a particularly moody journal entry. Elissa says that I'm too stand-offish and that I should "open up" to more people in my life. Yeah, I've already tried that once and I've seriously relapsed into my standalone complex ever since. Oh well, Sweetheart, you're the psych major! I'm just another poor, crazed Engineering major slowly going insane.
FINAL THOUGHT: Oh yeah, this sinus infection isn't much fun neither!