Intertia

This is (for want of a better word), disgusting. Thus far army has brought forth an overwhelming sense of degeneration - even de-volution. Yes i made this word up, nevertheless it is apt and succinct in exemplifying the central state of some NSF (such as myself). Learning nothing in my vocation (supposedly related to music - Ha! Farcical deceit) compels feelings if ineptitude and redundancy. The average day comprises lounging around the White House aimlessly, drifting towards the Pool Table on occasion.

Barely existential awareness is punctuated only by the arrival of mealtimes such as lunch. It usually comprises shards of burnt rubber that pass for meat, flaccid glued-together plastic granules that pass for rice, and a bowlful of some viscuous yellow precipitate that passes for soup - hardly something to look foward to. SFI ftw.

Parades constitute long periods of jading and staring glassy-eyed into the distance while holding an instrument, as the grossly out of tune chords destroy by-stander's hearing. Mental activity is limited to wondering how soon one can go home and sleep.

Compare this to the heightened state of consciousness experience during and prior BMT, the mental alertness that enables one to survive tekan sessions, the andrenaline rush of successfully completing a task quickly and efficiently without earning extra PT from the sergeants. Consider that with every day that passes I am becoming stupider and stupider, less aware, less able to discern my surroundings, less able to live with meaning. With each day i grow more mulish, sloth-like, doltish, approaching the brink of idiocy. Such is devolution! Even this post is growing ramblish in nature, devoid of constructive thought or mature process. It lacks structure, is disorganised, and aims to capture the appalling state of things.

Help!!