Sometimes my life seems like a surreal. In the Military they make a big deal about when they think someone is trying to commit suicide or exhibits the signs of suicide. Well, on friday I got released from work early because we finished everything pretty quick. So, I catch a movie and go to lunch. When I finally get to my friends house that I'm crashing at they're 6 messages on the machine and just then the phone rings. I pick it up and then I'm told that we are having a Division Recall. Come back to work. I drive back to work thinking that something bad has happening just to find out that someone wrote a "suicide note" and they want a handwriting sample. I give them one and then I wait my turn. I finally get called into the office to find out what's going on and am shone no other but a rough draft of one of the pages I did for my mythical book that my take me forever to complete. They thought it was a suicide note. Which I find funny, but after talking to certain people. When they read it they edited it to seem that way. I cleared this up and everyone got to go home....but I hate to see people lose most of their friday for something that dumb......
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"To say that I've had a tragic life would be an understatement, but tragic isn't what I would use to describe my existence, tragic is a word for outsiders, it is used to beautify the nightmare of reality, We are all products of our enviroment. I can allow it to shape me, or I can choose to shape it instead" These are the words that he taught me...my savior. At times, I am grateful to him, but there are times at I wish that he would've let me die.... If you talk to certain people then they would say that my death would've have saved som many lives. I am a Queromou- death touched. All those that come in contact with me die as death passes me over for them. Sometimes I let these thoughts slip in like rain slipping through the cracks of my being and I wonder f there is truth behind these words. But it matters little for I am no longer the frighten little girl, but what remains true is wherever I walk death follows usually on the tip of my blades.
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This little lesson has taught me that I can't write anything at work.
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"To say that I've had a tragic life would be an understatement, but tragic isn't what I would use to describe my existence, tragic is a word for outsiders, it is used to beautify the nightmare of reality, We are all products of our enviroment. I can allow it to shape me, or I can choose to shape it instead" These are the words that he taught me...my savior. At times, I am grateful to him, but there are times at I wish that he would've let me die.... If you talk to certain people then they would say that my death would've have saved som many lives. I am a Queromou- death touched. All those that come in contact with me die as death passes me over for them. Sometimes I let these thoughts slip in like rain slipping through the cracks of my being and I wonder f there is truth behind these words. But it matters little for I am no longer the frighten little girl, but what remains true is wherever I walk death follows usually on the tip of my blades.
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This little lesson has taught me that I can't write anything at work.
And sometimes being in the military is like living in a running joke that isn't funny. That is amazing and bizarre.
Nice bit of prose, though.
[Edited on Mar 28, 2006 8:09AM]
Funny, that we talk about investing ourselves in our characters. I know what you mean, though. I am the same way. I write about who I was, who I am, and who I will never be. All me, and all are not me. Eh... the life of a writer.