What we have done for ourselves alone dies with us; what we have done or others and the world remains and is immortal.
I think...
That I'm coming out of my shell of self-imposed hermitage. For years now, I haven't ever felt the need to socialize. Because I was content. I only really needed one person to make me feel ok, and as long as I had that person I could go through the motions of life every day. I fell out of the bed of Calib and kept falling into other beds. Who needs to think, be creative, as long as they have sex? I was born to an addictive nature. Before I started getting involved with boys I was very creative. I would paint, sing, make music, dance, write, and have fun with my friends. I was happy for the most part. I haven't slept alone since I was 16 years old. Except for the past four nights. I feel as though I'm sloughing off a shell of grimy roach-infested bark. I'm taking a look at the person I am.
I hate being alone...but I perversely enjoy the pain it brings. When you feel nothing any type of pain feels like a holiday from the apathy. And yet, I feel the apathy growing into another shell around me. You can't hurt if you don't care right?
There are others that want to be with me. But I'm not so sure I want that yet. And in reality they really don't deserve me. I keep getting the feeling like I'm supposed to be working harder at my job. But it's just so easy.
I was seriously thinking about reclassifying my military occupational specialty into Military Intelligence Imagery Analyst but I took a look at my credit score and they would never grant me the security clearance I would need. Not until I fix that. I literally have the highest ASVAB score in my unit, shoot expert and am the best shot in my unit, passed my PT test, and sergeants are coming to me to ask questions, find the answers, and get things done. They are coming to me before they are even asking people higher than my rank. And people do as I say. Because they know that I'm not going to tell them something stupid or incorrect. And I would never ask them to do something that wasn't necessary. Half of the male soldiers are afraid of me as well, because they know me as the only female that won't take shit from anyone. I'll drop them. lol.
Hopefully I'll make sergeant in a year.
I love the army. But of course it's taking me away from another aspect of my life that I want. I wanted a family. But now I don't have anyone to want a family with. I feel like I have to put those feelings on the back burner and shut myself off from them so the heat can't burn me.
I don't know. I never do. But I always act to the best of my knowledge.