Really Pissed Off.

[Raven]

I've been calm for a while. This always happens. I'm fine. I have my anger under control, then something petty happens to make me snap. The landlord came in early this morning, unannounced, to work on the plumbing because the poor baby living below me has a leak. I'm still blitzed from yesterday/this morning from booze and other things, I feel like I'm going to puke my guts out, and when he told me I can't use my shower for two days so I should basically find another place to stay I kind of bit his head off. And to top it all off, I've been fighting with my boy since last night despite his efforts to extend olive branches.

It seems like such silly shit to get so mad over. I don't know. I've been a lot worse over the past few days. Another vet buddy of mine (with whom I caroused) had to physically stop me from getting into a fight with someone last night. Kicking someone's ass still seems like a really good idea right about now, even though it would be a really terrible idea. I still have the remains of a shiner from three weeks ago because I often get into fights with people, usually other vets. I spend most of my life f*cked up now. 98% of my social life is made up of people who have been or are currently in the military. They are all nutcases in some way.

I've become a bit of a wild one. Just a bit.

 

[Tim Cake]

Raven -- my understanding is that repeated exposure to traumatic events / environments is like having 30 grit sandpaper rubbed over your psyche. It abrades away our veneer of civility and control mechanisms, thus releasing the beast that resides within all of us. You ARE NOT a nut case (even though you sometimes feel like it).

 

[Raven]

I was out with my friend Bill, a former Marine, and we were leaving the bar at 3am. Some guys came up to us and started talking about how they're working on the new WTC tower memorial thing. I didn't feel too sociable so I didn't say much. But as they started walking away, I noticed one of them had the All-American tattoo on his arm. So I called after him, "Hey, 82nd, yeah you, Airborne."He he came back and I mooned him because my military tattoos are on my cheeks. >.> The four of us went to a nearby park and continued to get more f*cked up. Everyone seemed cool at first. But 82nd, I forget his name, started talking about how he's a cold-hearted killer. How he jumps out of planes and kills motherf*ckers. How he hates Marines. How he has forty kills. How he once popped an eight year old kid in the chest. He was getting on my nerves so pummeling him seemed like a good idea at the time, especially because he was being rude to Bill. I served with Bill, we met in Iraq. You don't get away with starting shit with him. Well, Bill physically restrained me and practically dragged me away. He's defended what's left of my honor plenty of times in the past. It was a sad scene. 82nd was obviously messed up too, and had his own demons. I should have just walked away. We're all in the same god-forsaken boat.

 

[Raven]

I just found, in my bag, a sticker with the grenade gloves soldier logo on it. He gave it to me before I decided to fly off the handle at him. I feel really bad now. He was troubled. I put the sticker on my laptop lid.

 

[JarHed]

We're all in the same god-forsaken boat.

Damit, I know I have that paddle around here somewhere. :rolleyes:

I've learned to put a weather eye on people that tell those kind of stories. Not that some haven't done those things. I just find that the ones that did generally don't talk much about it.

One day at a time Raven, one day at a time.

Jar

 

[Tim Cake]

Keep a grip girl! Focus on happiness and make a rapid retreat from those people who seem to work at getting under your skin. Out West we call them "horse-fly people" (what a picture)...

It sounds like your Gyrene buddy Bill is a true friend in words and more importantly, deeds.

 

[Raven]

Damit, I know I have that paddle around here somewhere. :rolleyes:

I've learned to put a weather eye on people that tell those kind of stories. Not that some haven't done those things. I just find that the ones that did generally don't talk much about it.

One day at a time Raven, one day at a time.

Jar

It occurred to me at the time that he may have been exaggerating, and while I found his ramblings annoying, it was his rudeness towards my friend which really set me off.

 

[Raven]

Keep a grip girl! Focus on happiness and make a rapid retreat from those people who seem to work at getting under your skin. Out West we call them "horse-fly people" (what a picture)...

It sounds like your Gyrene buddy Bill is a true friend in words and more importantly, deeds.

He and I have had each others' 6's since the day we met over there. If people are incredibly rude or inappropriate to me, he'll be at their throats before I am. But he won't let me return the favor. He's like a fiercely overprotective big brother, and the only person I regularly keep in touch with from my stint with the military since he also lives fairly close by.

The idiot, who has extreme hatred of jarheads for some reason, was being impertinent towards Bill about the Marines. And then he called my friend a nigger, saying niggers are usually POGs and expressing his apparent surprise that Bill was an 0331.

 

[tho9900]

ya.. I told a friend of mine who met a **SEAL** (stars denoting I know he wasnt) in a bar... that every girl I know that ever dated a military guy dated a SEAL or 82nd AB or Delta force, oh I forgot Ranger too.. I knew 2 "real" SEALS while in.. one of them when we went out to bars if asked what he did would say "you know those handicapped markings in the parking spaces, I work for a company who does that... we have a union and everything!" lol.. he was stupid (fun stoopid).. as I told my female friend.. haven't met too many people who weren't real military who were cooks, mechanics. truck drivers etc... they were all elite..

and ya.. there is a Jay-Z song that kinda covers this but not gonna post rap on the music thing... hmm maybe I will... it does fit..

ok compromise this is the line I was thinking about:

You know the type loud as a motor bike
But wouldn't bust a grape in a fruit fight

 

[tho9900]

and expressing his apparent surprise that Bill was an 0331.

lol speaking of our dads that was his MOS... he was old school and carried a BAR for a lot of his career.. and that reminds me of another part of that song but gonna stop before I get all aggro lol...

man... Imma stop here...there are two colors in the military.. blue and green.. Navy and AF blue... Army and USMC green.. no black, no white... no anything else...

I was multicultural and went blue AND green lol...

 

[Raven]

A lot of men I've randomly met who've been in the Army, have apparently been in the 101st, 82nd, or 75th. >.> Either I'm a magnet for them or, far more likely, they're saying that because they think I'll be impressed or something. Half the time, I don't even tell them I've been in the Army and I'll ask them dumb questions just to see what they'll say. LOL!

Though it would be extremely silly if that guy had a tattoo of a division he wasn't even in. *shrug*

 

[tho9900]

I think it is more a crutch for their own insecurities... again refraining from letting loose I seem to do that a lot lately.. not gonna post it but check out 4th25 Pussy on youtube... choose the one with the album cover on it no vid clips on that one.. but ya.. talks about people who want the valor but are too soft to put it out to get it..