User blog comment:Kagimizu/Broken/@comment-1617565-20121225230314

(sighs) I'd rather not comment on this, simply because I've got a pretty good idea that what I have to say will probably make things worse, but if I don't say anything then that's essentially saying "Nope, don't care about you or your petty problems, mortal! Now, fetch me some mead!" Well, maybe not the mead part, but you catch my drift, right? So, here goes, try not to reach through the screen and strangle me after you're done reading! ^^;

First things first, Memph's actions. I agree with you here because not only did he disregard the chain of command, he also decided to conduct his "test" on the most volitile person he could have possibly brought back! Did he expect sunshine and rainbows when Guy came back or something? Part of me wonders if he wanted to stir up some drama here, just for kicks...

Neeeeeeeeeext, the confidence call... Honestly, Kagi, you need to let it go. Shit happens, and no matter how much you complain about it, no matter how much you try and force the point, there's nothing you can do about it. What's done is done, and all you can do is come to terms with it and move on. I'll give you a little insight into my life just to reinforce this point. Maybe that'll help.

So, I was in bootcamp, right? Whoop-de-friggen-do. Thing is, because of when I was set to graduate I was given the oportunity to go home for the holidays. All I had to do was fill out some paperwork and give my RDCs (Recruit Division Commanders) some travel plans and I'd be set. Well, I did fill out the paperwork, and I know I emailed the travel plans to the specified address, buuuuuuuut something went wrong. Somehow they never got the roadmap detailing my route to Charleston from my hometown, and they neglected to tell me this untill after the deadline. This ment I didn't get the leave that I requested. This ment that I had to fly out to Charleston instead of go home. This ment that I had to miss frigging Christmas, just because of some stupid error that probably was my RDCs fault! And yet I keep on keeping on. I'm not going to have another chance to see my family, to see my favorite black scaredy-cat named Luna or my dog, for another six months. And yet I'm still sane. I'm still functional. I'm still able to smile and laugh and shite.

Simply because I swallowed my (or my RDCs) mistake and let it go.

Now, enough beating a dead-horse, time to move on to the final topic: Your shitty Christmas.

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I've nothing really productive to say about this, to be honest. The only thing that comes to mind are two words, and I'm pretty sure you don't want to hear/read them... So I'mma not say/write them.

Cheers.