This one's for the ladies
Not really, but I have wanted to write something like that in a public forum for a while. I have always thought that it would make me sound sleezy if I did, but I realized recently that no one really reads this too much anyway. So, that's the title. Now for the entry.
I started pilot training last Wednesday. It's really weird. I feels like I am back in school (and, in many respects, I am) but this time one intense year of my life determines my fate for the next 10. Except for that aspect of it, however, it's a lot like pledging a fraternity, from what I understand of the Greek system. We are expected to keep our grades high while imbibing copious amounts of beer and spirits, and our lives revolves around the success of all the people in the class.
I enjoy this, actually. It's fun. It's hard work and comraderie and it moves really fast, but that describes most aspects of life. I just have to take it as it comes at me, one moment at a time.
Life changes too fast for us to try to stay ahead of it. All we can really hope for is a good time while we are here on this earth. And since I am here to have some fun, it's tough to find a reason to not stay out a little later than I should (remember the adage, "nothing good ever happens after 2 am"?) and get a little louder than those around me are probably comfortable with...except that sometimes I am just tired.
After graduating, I held on for a while, but eventually I gave in, and I found myself prefering to stay in and watch TV on a weekend rather than attending what may be the greatest party of the century (there will be other centuries). Tonight, I stayed in, no joke, because my floor really needed to be vaccuumed.
What have I become? 22 is far to young to feel so old!
It may be seen as being responsible by some, and others might refer to my aforementioned actions as quite lame. In the end, though, it doesn't matter how others perceive it. All I am looking for is a chance to have a good time...on my own terms.