Clover
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Well, I am about to do the most personal thing I've probably ever done, internet or reality.
I have been having dreams (nightmares) for a while now, every night, and they are confusing, they aren't even what most people would consider nightmares but they make me feel like I am dying. I have felt old for a long time, I am 16 going on 76. I cannot stand kids my age cause of their simplicity. They take joy in the most of obnoxius things, they sit around, getting drunk, and enjoy it. They enjoy it, I enjoy little to anything, I cannot hang out with them cause I fear I will end up going insane cause of the simple ways of their lives, they don't care about others, they just care about getting drunk the next weekend, or getting high. That drives me insane, they know nothing of anything, they think they are smart when they can make a A on a English test, but they don't know where the English language came from, and it kills me. They fail to think out of the box, they see things in front of them, but not beside them. They are so captured in knowledge of basics, its scary, they fail to see the outside world, they only see themselves and their friends, and they enjoy it! How, I cannot even enjoy the most fun of their things, and I cannot even find comfort in them. I feel like I was born in the wrong time, I should not have been born in this century, I was meant to be a warrior in the centuries of Greece, or during the Germanian Tribes vs Rome, I was not meant to be a philosopher in the 21st Century, I was meant to be a warrior in the 1st Century, and die as one. Today's wars are not like then, back then they had honor in most fighting, and men were honored for dying, not spat on. Their is no honor in fighting now, just death and disgrace. If I am a good warrior, I will die or I will be seen as a murderer, and even if I die, they will spit on my grave for not being strong enough to survive. I have thought about dying, and I accept that I could die in Iraq or Afghanistan, I do not want too, but it's a possibility, and if I do, I do not want to be spat on by some dim-wit, who thinks I am so evil for dying in combat, I'd rather 1000 times with the pain, then have to see someone dis-respect me in my grave.
I am not supposed to be here, not like this, I am going to die, not being remembered, that is my greatest nightmare. I want to have a family, build a shrine, remember my ancestors, and have my name on there when I die, at least then, my sons and daughters will not forget that I existed, and that I am dead, and died doing what we always do, fighting. I cannot just not join the Army, if I don't, I have nothing, I would probably not even be able to get into a technical school, I have nothing.
Sorry, I am just having a bad day...again.
I have been having dreams (nightmares) for a while now, every night, and they are confusing, they aren't even what most people would consider nightmares but they make me feel like I am dying. I have felt old for a long time, I am 16 going on 76. I cannot stand kids my age cause of their simplicity. They take joy in the most of obnoxius things, they sit around, getting drunk, and enjoy it. They enjoy it, I enjoy little to anything, I cannot hang out with them cause I fear I will end up going insane cause of the simple ways of their lives, they don't care about others, they just care about getting drunk the next weekend, or getting high. That drives me insane, they know nothing of anything, they think they are smart when they can make a A on a English test, but they don't know where the English language came from, and it kills me. They fail to think out of the box, they see things in front of them, but not beside them. They are so captured in knowledge of basics, its scary, they fail to see the outside world, they only see themselves and their friends, and they enjoy it! How, I cannot even enjoy the most fun of their things, and I cannot even find comfort in them. I feel like I was born in the wrong time, I should not have been born in this century, I was meant to be a warrior in the centuries of Greece, or during the Germanian Tribes vs Rome, I was not meant to be a philosopher in the 21st Century, I was meant to be a warrior in the 1st Century, and die as one. Today's wars are not like then, back then they had honor in most fighting, and men were honored for dying, not spat on. Their is no honor in fighting now, just death and disgrace. If I am a good warrior, I will die or I will be seen as a murderer, and even if I die, they will spit on my grave for not being strong enough to survive. I have thought about dying, and I accept that I could die in Iraq or Afghanistan, I do not want too, but it's a possibility, and if I do, I do not want to be spat on by some dim-wit, who thinks I am so evil for dying in combat, I'd rather 1000 times with the pain, then have to see someone dis-respect me in my grave.
I am not supposed to be here, not like this, I am going to die, not being remembered, that is my greatest nightmare. I want to have a family, build a shrine, remember my ancestors, and have my name on there when I die, at least then, my sons and daughters will not forget that I existed, and that I am dead, and died doing what we always do, fighting. I cannot just not join the Army, if I don't, I have nothing, I would probably not even be able to get into a technical school, I have nothing.
Sorry, I am just having a bad day...again.