It is President's Day, or the observation of it anyway, so I'm home instead of at work. And it is something of a tradition of mine to post journal entries on federal holidays. So, what seems like a rather long hiatus, I'm back, at least for now.
My brother came over last night and neglected to mention to us that he joined the National Guard. I've known for two weeks because my dad told me, but my brother doesn't know that and he hasn't said a word. He knows I will disagree. We talked about this at length when he pursued his last (much better) military opportunity and then he quit. Before that, in high school, he quit ROTC. Obviously, something about it isn't right for him. But, faced with the real world alternatives, he becomes an idiot, a recruiter's dream, a sucker for talk of how much they want HIM and how much money he'll make, guaranteed. He sees it as the sure bet, much easier than planning his life out on his own. Ha! He is going to be an armored scout, which is quite possibly the dumbest path he could've chosen to pursue. Unless he actually wants to a lose a limb or two and be severely burned over most of his body. The easy way. 8) He's already talking (not to me, of course) about buying a new car and a motorcyle. How comically stereotypical of him. Yeah, so, I'm just going with incredulous because it feels better than sad.
Blah... I was going to write about something good, but now I don't even feel up to it. I am, though, proud of myself for not letting it get to me at all last night. I am human and I did once or twice consider laying into him or smacking him upside the head, but I abstained from letting it impact the night at all. Nothing good could come from it and I'm sure I wouldn't feel any better today.
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My brother came over last night and neglected to mention to us that he joined the National Guard. I've known for two weeks because my dad told me, but my brother doesn't know that and he hasn't said a word. He knows I will disagree. We talked about this at length when he pursued his last (much better) military opportunity and then he quit. Before that, in high school, he quit ROTC. Obviously, something about it isn't right for him. But, faced with the real world alternatives, he becomes an idiot, a recruiter's dream, a sucker for talk of how much they want HIM and how much money he'll make, guaranteed. He sees it as the sure bet, much easier than planning his life out on his own. Ha! He is going to be an armored scout, which is quite possibly the dumbest path he could've chosen to pursue. Unless he actually wants to a lose a limb or two and be severely burned over most of his body. The easy way. 8) He's already talking (not to me, of course) about buying a new car and a motorcyle. How comically stereotypical of him. Yeah, so, I'm just going with incredulous because it feels better than sad.
Blah... I was going to write about something good, but now I don't even feel up to it. I am, though, proud of myself for not letting it get to me at all last night. I am human and I did once or twice consider laying into him or smacking him upside the head, but I abstained from letting it impact the night at all. Nothing good could come from it and I'm sure I wouldn't feel any better today.
EDIT: Didn't realize comments are moderated unless I uncheck the box.