The prompt:
Think of your most traumatic event during your deployment. Write about how this event how changed you. Write about how your values, morals, thoughts, feelings, and behaviors have changed due to this incident. What are you like now as opposed to back then. Write it by hand, don't type it.
The response (yeah, I typed it):
To sum up: I don't really care anymore. I used to believe that mostly good things happened to good people and mostly bad things happened to bad people. Now, I know it doesn't really matter whether you are good or bad, you're still going to get fucked somewhere along the line. Nice guys finish last. I now firmly believe that there are absolutely evil people in world who cannot and will change, people that deserve to die today, if not sooner. I now know that everybody tells lies, not just white lies, but major lies. I believe that most women are naive and get ahead in the workforce by flirting or more direct sexual means. I believe that most men are conniving and assholish by nature, which are somehow considered desirable traits in both their business and personal lives. I believe that most people live in ignorance and prefer it that way such that their lives will only be challenged by the most minimal of circumstances.
At present, I feel like I am missing out on so much in life. I used to find great peace and satisfaction with one or two questions in my head and a few hours of freedom. I used to ask the question “why” and be able to answer it. “Why” is now my poison and I hate the word, as I hate the world, all Montagues. Kill one why and immediately another twenty take it place. I do not know why I do what I do, feel how I feel, think what I think. My lifestyle is both chaotic and boring, yet simple and confusing.
As for behavior, haha. I don't care whether my behavior is appropriate for friends, family, culture, country, social situation, job, future, sleep, diet, self-control, personal growth, or really anything of moral value. Fuck it all, so says my mind. Yet, and this really sucks, my heart doesn't follow. I feel guilty for doing so many “wrong” or unproductive things. It's stupid and confusing, a “why” question, and I therefore avoid the issue altogether. Cognitive dissidence aside, I really don't care anymore.
I punish myself now as much as they punished me during deployment. As a civilian, and even when it is entirely unnecessary, I break every rule the Army has. I am both proud and loathing of the uniform I wore. Before, I was just proud, and I followed most every rule thinking that following said rules would be a benefit to all. I thought I was going to be part of a team, but I ended up being called and charged as a traitor to the United States of America. I am convinced that the reason for this is simply the behavior of evil people in the Army. And, again, I believe evil people should die today, if not sooner. My enemies were supposed to be my teammates, but ended up betraying me.
1 comment:
Why. A scary and confusing question to ask on any topic. I have been asking this of myself so much lately. More then usual. The answers piss me off, depress me and make me more insane then I feel.
Thank you so much for writing. I look forward to reading your posts, probably more than I should.
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