Having been in the army for approximately three weeks thus far, i've had a great amount of time to think though ironically, i have not been using my brain at all. Suddenly engulfed in a new environment; my usual mornings at Pathlight and Willing Hearts have transformed into a routine of exercise, training, eating and sleeping (and of course, obeying orders, regardless of their apparent oddities, at all times). Many things in the army seem redundant - almost, if not even, pointless. But we're told to obey even if it seems irrational, and question later.
It's been a tough time adjusting to the new environment. Vulgarities and the degradation of the other sex is an everyday norm, and hierarchy is to be strictly adhered to. Funny how the laziness and selfishness of others elucidate the selfishness of your ownself; you get angry at others for causing you to get punished when you do nothing wrong at all, and you wish that they be more like you - careful in all your ways and managing priorities. But all you can do is suck it up, and cover up for one another. That's what they want anyway: unity.
And amidst the aches, the pains, the tiredness and the yearning for home, it's the thought of seeing my family and friends again on the weekends that drive me on. i guess it's a guy thing, but it was the first time in a long time i told my family i loved them. And it pains me to find that it's only through army that i find i love them even more. Another 7 weeks to go before i march to the floating platform.
