I got an exciting phone call today. I'm starting Army flight school on March 22nd. After all the months of training: BCT, WOCS, BOLC, DUNKER, SERE-C ... 3 years and 3 applications ... 3 years of college ... a whole bunch of letters of recommendations, physical training, and a pilot's license for airplanes and helicopters, and I finally am starting. Too exciting. :)
Imagine punching somebody so hard that they turned into a door. Then you found out that's where ALL doors come from, and you got initiated into a murder club that makes doors. The stronger you punch, the better the door. So there are like super strong murderers who punch people into Venetian doors and stuff. Discuss.
I need to vent.
So I've invented a new concept.
The WMD... weapons of mass destruction, er, women of mass destruction.
Why is she chilling in the bushes? Is that supposed to be sexy? Her face alludes to the possibility that she pooped her pants; maybe that's why she's sheepishly hiding in the woodline.
I was told recently I need to find a sandwich maker. I've actually been enjoying making my own sandwiches lately, thank you. The whole 'womyn' thing is just a giant clusterflip of the mind. I'm too practical, and they're too emotional. I do not have the time to deal with needy women. I wake up at 5, get off of work 12-13 hours later, and at that point, all I have time for is making dinner, taking care of errands (e.g. paying bills), and getting ready for the next day. I do not have the luxury of being emotionally or physically available 24/7. Just not happening. As a prime example, there was one particular girl who was recently butt-hurt that I didn't call her two consecutive nights in a row, or respond to her text messages from each morning until late at night. I explicitly told her I was working long days at a conference all this week. I had 4 voicemails and dozens of texts that I didn't have the time to respond to until an hour ago. But no - this girl, despite knowing my situation, writes me off and wishes me a "nice life." Her loss. Aside from being incredibly bitchy, it's also immature and overwhelmingly needy. Instead of using this short bit of free time I would have actually had used tonight to call said girl back, I'm using it to vent. So let me lay it all down. I don't have time for mind games - I've played them before. Say what you need to say, don't beat around the frickin' bush. If you think you're a princess and need some guy to rescue you, consider this your restraining order. No man is the solution to all/any of your problems.
I cannot stand women who are caught up in looking or acting perfect all the time. Let your hair down. Your true colors are gonna show eventually anyway, so quit the charade and be yourself. It's by far what makes a woman most attractive -- her quirks and flaws. Stop concealing them with mascara and phony laughter. The independent, career-driven woman is a huge turn-off. This is not admission to be a clingy, directionless headcase. I love a girl who has passions, interests, hobbies, and goals; it's the girls that'd rather pursue a career than be a mother that turns myself and 99.9% of guys off. WTH is up with all the SNUGGS (Spandex, Northface, Uggs)? So you wear yoga pants to show off your buttocks... how about some originality instead of looking like a clone of every other girl on a college campus during the fall. Stop acting self-conscious about your body. Throw away the makeup, honey. Go to the gym and get some muscle definition; A girl in-shape automatically moves up 3 points on the 1-10 scale. Go jump off a bridge and die in a bush if you're a girl that needs attention but is scared of commitment. I'm not a machine you put Flirt Coins into and a self-esteem pops out, nor am I here to rehabilitate you back to a level of healthy self-appreciation. If you're not emotionally ready for commitment, don't play the game. I don't and won't serial date, and I refuse to get caught up in your game, WMD. Lastly, if you complain about always going out with "the wrong guy" and that there's "no good guys out there," time to stop blaming other people for your misfortune and examine yourself as to why you don't have the self-respect to go out with classier people. After all, insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results. And I'm done. Tangent, over.
"Hunt the good stuff," the psychobabbling psychologists say. I was thinking about this nonsense today as I got off of work early (10am, haha!), realizing how much I love being on salary vs. hourly wage. It dawned on me: it's honestly the little stuff in life that I love more often than the 'big stuff.'
This is the stuff I savor in life:
The results are in... I was selected for U.S. Army Warrant Officer Flight Training.
I can't believe it. I've applied three times over the past two years and got the call from my recruiter this afternoon that I'm going to WOCS. This is seriously a dream come true. Wednesday, I'm spending the night in Chicago. Thursday morning, I'm making the super early MEPS trip to sign my MOS 09W contract. My contract will state when and where I will attend Basic Combat Training, as well as when I attend Warrant Officer Candidate School at Fort Rucker. I will not be given flight training dates until I graduate. The beginning of long journey awaits me; the doors of opportunity are wide open. I am grateful to God, first and foremost, for this opportunity. My family has been entirely supportive of me throughout this entire process and I cannot thank them enough for their patience. Finally, I am thankful for the two Brigadier Generals, the Lieutenant Colonel, my professors and school teachers, and mentors for writing me the letters of recommendation that helped get me selected.
