Smuel's good morning extravaganza

Good midday. It is here Merry fuckingrainallthefuckingtime to everyone. Yep. No snow at Christmis time.

 

I refuse to be drawn into these tedious yearly festivities.

Good morning, and good day.

 

Good Midday. And let it snow for once in the life time again on christmas day.

 

Good mounting. I mean morning.

 

Good morning. I mean... um... yeah that's what I mean.

 

Salutations! This week has been grand, except for the fact that Stockholm currently feels like London, weatherwise.

 

I have to say I'm very disappointed in you all for not continuing this thread into 2014.

Good morning - is all that I will say further on the matter.

 

Good Morning!
On this fine day,
Our spirits should be elevated
Directly.

My merry greetings shall be
Observed today,
Regarding the morning, as previously described.
Never mind the how, or the why.
Instead, bask in this "goodest" of morns.
No living being should shirk involvement in mornings this
Good.

 

'morrn.

 

Hey, who are you calling a moron?

Good morning.

 

Uff da

 

Look, a gray cog!

 

Ha! Good one.

How's life, Japes? I was watching a documentary of troops in Afghanistan a couple of days ago and was thinking of you.

Back to normal?

Also, good morning.

 

It ain't bad, but it's not ideal right now. I just moved to Arizona, staying with my mom at the moment. Working a door-to-door gig that I'm not crazy about, but it pays pretty well, so I should have my own apartment soon. Back to school in the fall.

Afghanistan is now a pleasantly fuzzy memory. I miss it sometimes though. Sure, the accommodations sucked, the job was extremely demanding, and the food was sub-par; but I was in good company. Now, having spent almost my entire adult life in the military, I feel seriously out of sync with other people my age. The things people converse about, I'm either unfamiliar with or couldn't care less about, so I get left behind in group conversations. Most of my contributions start with, "That reminds me of this one time in Iraq/Afghanistan..." One-on-one conversations aren't any better, because people usually ask a question or two about my military experience, and I inevitably ramble on and tell them way more than they wanted to hear. Most people don't want to talk about helicopters, because most people haven't even seen one up close, let alone spent thousands of hours working or riding on them. All they want to know is if I ever killed anyone, and I can't, for the life of me, figure out why the fuck that matters.

When I come home from work and plant my ass in a comfy recliner in front of an HDTV with a billion channels, I can't help thinking that I'd rather be sitting in a shitty metal chair in a shitty, sloppily built plywood shack in one of the shittiest places on earth, with nothing to do but smoke cigarettes, play guitars, and swap stories with my fellow crewchiefs about how the pilots tried to get us killed today.

TLR, life is okay, thanks for asking.

 

Cool. I think I get that.