These past few days I’ve been having a major quarter-life crisis. WTF am I doing with my life??? This is NOT what I had in mind when I used to think of myself at (almost) age 25. My job is boring with a capital B. I hate hate hate it. I hate being in a cube, being in an office, being at a desk, sitting on my ass all day. I’m literally wasting away under these horrid fluorescent lights. It’s gotten me thinking. Some seriously serious thinking. I’m thinking of joining the Navy.
This could be me soon
Only cuter… obviously. Why not? Ya know? I’ll get some extremely serious exercise. Something I’ve been craving for a while but can’t find the time or discipline for. I’ll get to travel, a lot. I think I might want to go to aviation school and become a Navy pilot.
How cool is that?!??!? Seriously not your average day job. How exciting would that be!? I’d never thought about it before. And now, I’m totally contemplating it.
I’d go in as an officer since I’ve graduated college. It just sounds really exciting. And I have been craving excitement for a long time. My mom’s not too happy, she thinks I’ll be called to war or something. Which is the only really sucky thing I can think of about joining the Navy.
My dad said he’d be really proud. Of course he would; he’s been saying his little baby’s gonna “fly jets off aircraft carriers” since I was ten years old. But maybe he was right? Maybe I will.
