Sunny's a CopyCat
I am, really. That probably would've been a better title for my blog than ripping off some Bridget-Jones-esque book I borrowed from the library (with no real intention of returning, mind). I'm not sure I've ever had an original thought in my head, but that may be more a consequence of my mood than anything else.
I'm hurting, and I don't even know why. (Well I do, but that's a topic for another post)
Most of my friends have blogs, and here I am jumping on the bandwagon. For those of you who don't know, and I'm betting most of you don't, I'm currently deployed to Iraq. Baghdad if you'd like to get specific, down to the brass tacks as my commander is fond of saying. He's fond of saying many bizarre things. One of his favorites is "warm and fuzzy", as in "let's make sure you have a warm and fuzzy about your mission". Something about my commander makes that phrase seem almost pornographic, but I digress.
I'm in the Army, and I have been for a little over a year. I graduated from Duke last May which means that this is IT, this is the life I was waiting for through four years of college. As I look out my window on a landscape that resembles pictures sent back from the Mars land rover, I try not to let that depress me. I'm taking the MCATs next April, and hopefully I'll be in medical school someplace very green that following Fall...I miss the color green. Everything here is a washed out shade of tan. I'm a platoon leader, in charge of 18 other people. We're in the Chemical Corps, which is to the Army as the Chess Club is to High School -- we're the sort of people who'd regularly get our heads flushed down toilets, if adults did that sort of thing. My platoon is attached to an infantry company though, so our job is actually pretty exciting...or as exciting as things get out here, without things actually blowing up.
As for blogging...I wonder if my generation is so desperate for attention that we're reduced to throwing open the doors to our innermost thoughts for complete strangers to see...this is probably easier than trying to make contact with another real human being. Real human beings might reject you, whereas cyberspace never will. There's probably something profound and sociological in there somewhere, but I'm not really in the mood to dissect my reasons for making my own blog. Everyone else is doing it, and that's a good enough reason to hang my hat on for now. Introspection can be such a bitch. Beware of turning over rocks, you never know what you're going to find.
This is the new exhibitionism. There's something creepily satisfying about baring your soul on such an anonymous forum as the Internet, writing things about people that you would never say to their face…hoping in a small, bloodthirsty way that they'll read what you wrote, and be hurt by it. Pretending innocence, pretending ignorance, like instigating our own drama somehow makes our lives more interesting. I have lots of things to say, and this is honest-to-God easier than finding someone with the time to listen. We're all moving at 100mph and it's hard to give a flying fart in space about other people when you're having a hard enough time keeping track your own life. Or that's what they tell me, anyway.
I'm a Virgo, 5'8", redheaded with blue eyes. I like running, weight-lifting, reading, speaking Russian and writing bad poetry to put in my away messages (passive-aggressive, doncha know). I'm writing two books (one nonfiction, one book of short stories) and applying to medical school to pass the time here...it's going by fairly quickly, quicker still as it's only 4 months til I get to come home for Morale leave. Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince comes out in July as well, so I've got that going for me, which is cool.
I'll be happier tomorrow, promise. I think tomorrow I'll tell you all about my platoon mission. That is if I don't lose interest first. :)
I'm hurting, and I don't even know why. (Well I do, but that's a topic for another post)
Most of my friends have blogs, and here I am jumping on the bandwagon. For those of you who don't know, and I'm betting most of you don't, I'm currently deployed to Iraq. Baghdad if you'd like to get specific, down to the brass tacks as my commander is fond of saying. He's fond of saying many bizarre things. One of his favorites is "warm and fuzzy", as in "let's make sure you have a warm and fuzzy about your mission". Something about my commander makes that phrase seem almost pornographic, but I digress.
I'm in the Army, and I have been for a little over a year. I graduated from Duke last May which means that this is IT, this is the life I was waiting for through four years of college. As I look out my window on a landscape that resembles pictures sent back from the Mars land rover, I try not to let that depress me. I'm taking the MCATs next April, and hopefully I'll be in medical school someplace very green that following Fall...I miss the color green. Everything here is a washed out shade of tan. I'm a platoon leader, in charge of 18 other people. We're in the Chemical Corps, which is to the Army as the Chess Club is to High School -- we're the sort of people who'd regularly get our heads flushed down toilets, if adults did that sort of thing. My platoon is attached to an infantry company though, so our job is actually pretty exciting...or as exciting as things get out here, without things actually blowing up.
As for blogging...I wonder if my generation is so desperate for attention that we're reduced to throwing open the doors to our innermost thoughts for complete strangers to see...this is probably easier than trying to make contact with another real human being. Real human beings might reject you, whereas cyberspace never will. There's probably something profound and sociological in there somewhere, but I'm not really in the mood to dissect my reasons for making my own blog. Everyone else is doing it, and that's a good enough reason to hang my hat on for now. Introspection can be such a bitch. Beware of turning over rocks, you never know what you're going to find.
This is the new exhibitionism. There's something creepily satisfying about baring your soul on such an anonymous forum as the Internet, writing things about people that you would never say to their face…hoping in a small, bloodthirsty way that they'll read what you wrote, and be hurt by it. Pretending innocence, pretending ignorance, like instigating our own drama somehow makes our lives more interesting. I have lots of things to say, and this is honest-to-God easier than finding someone with the time to listen. We're all moving at 100mph and it's hard to give a flying fart in space about other people when you're having a hard enough time keeping track your own life. Or that's what they tell me, anyway.
I'm a Virgo, 5'8", redheaded with blue eyes. I like running, weight-lifting, reading, speaking Russian and writing bad poetry to put in my away messages (passive-aggressive, doncha know). I'm writing two books (one nonfiction, one book of short stories) and applying to medical school to pass the time here...it's going by fairly quickly, quicker still as it's only 4 months til I get to come home for Morale leave. Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince comes out in July as well, so I've got that going for me, which is cool.
I'll be happier tomorrow, promise. I think tomorrow I'll tell you all about my platoon mission. That is if I don't lose interest first. :)
posted by Sunny @ 7:54 AM
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