Hello again, World

Well, it's been almost a year since my last post, and things haven't changed much. I can say for a fact that I've grown. I've had my first job, and quit it. I graduated high school, and am now ready for my springboard into the real world. But, for now, I'm gonna get a little retrospective...

"That which does not kill me, makes me stronger."

That is the story of my life, it seems. Two parents in the military, both sent to Iraq 13 years apart, followed by a divorce. A rocky childhood, filled with plenty of bullies, few friends, and even fewer companions. I haven't had many girlfriends, and the few I did, the relationships didn't end well. And yet. I don't regret anything. The sixth graders making me eat dirt, the rough divorce followed by my dad's jumping from apartment to apartment. Jumping between being lower and middle class, and back again. Some part of me has always known, and I certainly see now, that, had it not been for the less than friendly childhood, I would be exactly like the people I hate today. I would be part of that majority in my generation, that is oblivious to it's impact on the world, despite the fact that our elders are screaming it at us. I am, instead, part of that much smaller, cynical part of my generation, content to ride the world down into the abyss, and then put it all back together when it shatters.


Well.. I always did love roller coasters.