NinjaMonkey's blog: "NinjaMonkeyStories"

Howdy, Sorry if you read my blogs, and were waiting. I'm not fancy enough on this to probably have anyone read these regularly. But if you do, "my bad." I've come to appreciate the blues on a different level then when I was an aspiring musician. I say aspiring musician, but I think I was in a drinking club with a music problem, but that's a whole different story. Now I appreciate the blues for a different reason. I like the blues now, because it's proof that someone else has felt as bad as I do at times. They're just better at expressing it. Sometimes I feel like exploding. I feel like there's no way on earth anyone can have as low a feeling as I have. I want someone to be able to say, "wow, that's f-d up." and know that they actually feel what I've felt. I know it's egotistical to believe that my low is any lower than any one elses low. With blues, you realize that you're not alone. There are other people out there in just as much pain. Thank you Blues, for making a lonely sad soul, not feel so low.

Hello Again, Life is still life here in the stupid. To avoid this turning into just a rant about how much I hate this place, I'm just not going to get into it. So love huh? You watch movies and read books about how love is this mystical experience where you're completely overwhelmed and then you fart glitter and rainbows and die happy. The more I think about it, and the more I age, I'm more feeling that love is a lie. Love is a lie, like Christmas is a lie, or valentines day, or the Easter bunny. It's something you tell kids about so they don't off themselves before they turn thirty. "Don't worry Son, one day, you'll fall in love, and it will all be worth while." Yeah...riiiiight... What they should really say is, "Son, life is a series of crappy relationships, here to crush you over and over again until your heart is cold and dead like a fish sewn into your chest." But, you never give up hope. It's like the dog you swat on the nose for biting. Bite, swat, lesson failed, repeat. I guess that's just in our nature. I will persevere. I will find this mystical, "love," creature, and conquer it like a viking. I will one day fart glitter with the unicorns, and die with a smile on my face. -Chris

Well, another few days have passed out here in the stupidity that is Afghanistan. I think my biggest comlaint about this whole deal is the lack of necessity. If I had a purpose to be here, it wouldn't bother me to be here for 15 months. Without a sense of purpose, it's hard to stay motivated. People speak of living a purpose drivin life, but when you have no purpose in what you're doing it's like a constant morphine drip that is over cranked. You spend much of your time staggering around like a zombie. I think that's one of the reasons I can't wait to return to civilian life. I need a purpose that I can't find doing my job in the army. Well... I guess I should get back to pretending to give a damn. Take care, and have a wonderful day! Chris

Hello! I have officially returned for another day. So, I'm down to deciding what to do with my life. How do I figure out what I'm suppossed to do? Transitioning from the military to the real world is like starting your life over again from scratch. If you're enlisted, and not married, in all likelyhood, you live in barracks. Barracks are like dorm rooms, only smaller, and filled with more inconsiderate people. They provide you with all the basic furniture you need to survive. That also means when you transition, you don't have any furniture. You also don't have anywhere to live, unless you decide to move back in with your parents, friends, or family. Well, I'm 27. In being 27, the chances of me being able to live with my parents who I love are slim to none. I love them to death, but there's a good chance they'd end up dead if I had to live in the same house as they do. Ninja sword to the face. So I have to find a job. I think I can handle that part fairly easily. I have to find a place to live. Not too much of a challenge there. I have to find furniture, dishes, a vacuum.... All those fun standard household items that nickel and dime you to death when you get a new place. It wouldn't be so bad if I didn't have to fulfill all those obligations. I want to return to school, but there's going to be a break between when I get out of the army an when the next semester starts. Maybe over time, if you continue to read the NinjaMonkeyStories, you can see my transition from soldier, to broke college student right before your eyes. Well, I should probably get ready for work. Peace, Love, and Handgrenades for all. -NinjaMonkey

Howdy. So this is my first post of possibly many on this website. I have plenty of time left in Afghanistan to be a bum. Might as well use that time to tell stories, give my opinions on the world, and ramble like I just drank 8 pots of coffee. I'm 27, I am stuck overseas, but I'm a resident of the warm and fuzzy state of AZ. I miss beer. I miss good food. I miss you beautiful women. I'm off to figure out how the rest of this site works, so best of luck in life. Check back for more updates! NinjaMonkey!