I’ve taken a long look at my life over the past couple of days, and have started to wonder where it all went wrong.

I used to have a pretty sweet life. I had a decent full time job, a good bunch of mates, a fairly active social life, and a fairly happy home life. Now, I’m basically a recluse, who sits at home all day thinking of geeky things to do. Not exactly the way I had imagined my life at the age of 23.

There isn’t any option to be what I want to be in this area, so I have come up with a plan for action. Number one is employment. I have decided with almost certainty what I need to in order to have the career I want to have without going back to school. I’m going to join the army. Yeh, a geeky, strange person like me is going to become part of the “machine”. The reason I figure for this is simply to that nowhere else can I get a job with no experience, learn what I want to learn and on state of the art technology, and be taken care of so well as in the army. I have a good friend in the military, and he assures me that its not all drills and parade ground fruitiness, but more like a regular 9-5 job. Sounds pretty damned good to me.

Basically that encompasses my whole plan. Join the army, and from there it’s all “come what may"*.

“Come What May” is what the tattoo on my ankle says, and I try to live my life by it.