My thoughts. · 5:37am Nov 11th, 2023
I see myself as expendable, something that you could use and then throw away when you don't need it anymore. Like a gear in a machine. A number in a complex code. A chess piece.
Never expected my senior year to feel so short compared to my time as a Freshmen, Sophomore, or Junior. But...something about wasting my life just to get a piece of paper and a handshake doesn't sit right with me. Why waste the money for a cap and gown? Why waste time to walk on a stage in front of people who I could careless about?
Although I have shared plans about join the Marines and such, what do I do afterwards or if I don't make it at all? I don't know about you, but I'm not willing to spend few more years behind a fucking desk or working some Mediocre job.
Heh, the idea of traveling to Ukraine to fight or becoming some warlord in Africa sounds way better. Shoot, if I have to, maybe join a cartel.
I like the idea of that. To ride in the back of some Toyota pickup and gunning the enemy down with a 50.
If I can't even do that, maybe just watch on the sidelines. Smiling with glee as two groups duke it out in the distance, the sounds of gunfire and artillery is like music to my ears.
I am the Lord High Human Being, and I love these kinds of thoughts in my head. My thoughts are sane, like bread and coffee. I am the Lord High Human Being.
[AR]
