Rice pudding/macaroni cheese

I don’t know – maybe the world has two different kind of people, and for one kind the world is this logical, rice pudding place, and for the other it’s all hit-or-miss macaroni cheese. I bet if these tree frog parents of mine put rice pudding mix in the microwave and got macaroni cheese when the bell rang, they’d just tell themselves, “Oh, we must have put in macaroni cheese by mistake,” or they’d convince themselves, “this looks like macaroni cheese, but actually it’s rice pudding.” And if i tried to be nice and explain to them that sometimes, when you put in rice pudding mix, you get macaroni cheese, they would never believe me. They probably just get mad. Do you understand what i’m trying to tell you, Mr Wind-Up-Bird?

Stupid.

Stupid stupid stupid.

Don’t think there’s a better word to describe the some people i’m stuck with. Sometimes i feel that we’re so used to the privillege of having intelligent company, spending most of my time with these others, feels very demeaning. I mean, the lack of education was never a warrant for ill-behaviour. Doesn’t help too, when most of their heads are constantly occupied by their hunger for cigarettes and excuse letters.

What a nuisance really.

When the sun rose up this morning.

I’m beginning to appreciate the work that i never had to partake in- chores like making the bed, laundry, sweeping, wiping, cleaning. Let’s just say i’m too used to having others filling in for this role i should have at least played a bit part in, and at the same time i’m still coming to terms with the fact that i cannot rely on anyone else to complete these tasks on a daily basis. Serving the army renewed my understanding of ‘chores‘ really.

Other than that, army’s turning out to be pretty fine so far. I mean, someday down the road i’m gonna whine about how ridiculous people/things might get, but i’m very optimistic for the days ahead.

Sometimes i feel i’m stuck in walls i built around myself, as means of self-preservation and self-protection. I think that is the only way to stay true to what i am and who i am, especially in a new environment. I can share a conversation and echo army songs together with everyone, but i think it is most important that i hold onto my set of beliefs and character points and resist what my environment(that is littered with many interesting characters if you’re wondering) might instill in me.

Sometimes these walls i’ve built are so high up, the view from up here gets pretty good actually.