your life will be fucked up, no matter what you do.
the question is *how* fucked up.
i will tell you first hand:
go to paul smiths, major in ***surveying***.
after 3 or 4 semesters of carrying at least a C+ average, exit properly, so that your can return or transfer.
get a job as a fucking grunt on a survey crew.
people from paul smiths can get survey jobs pretty easily.
you'd be in construction, first (& possibly the rest of your life), but you'll be working outdoors & having adventures & making enough money to save for traveling.
this is a huge, complicated tradeoff-slavery-soul selling sort of equation..
this world, pal, is a fucking huge ass meteor ready to impact upon itself..
from the way it sounds, you may be an asshole, if you think joining a militant organization in which you may kill someone else is an 'adventure".. that or you are so naive you don't know which hole in your body your piss comes out of.
watch out for your imagination.
things are never, ever, ever EVER, EVER, EVER *****EVER***** what you calculate them to be (regardless of how much error you think you will be able to compensate for).
your imagination will do one of 4 things, essentially:
1) it will disappoint you, because you were so fixated on something so different than the reality which doesn't give a *fuck* about your imagination, dreams, ethics or ultimate ambitions.
2) it will delude you, if you think things as intense as potentially killing people is anything like what adventure is for.
(& i am being a prick, here, because if you **really** wanted to join any ideologues in their respective frenzy, you wouldn't be fucking asking... you'd just fucking go, because you think ideas are more important than life & freedom, since your willing to take both from some *other* asshole willing to take them from you)
unless, 2a) you go as a goddamned medic or journalist, which may not mean shit, really, but at least you can throw up your arms & say "not me!! i'm only having an adventure!!"
3) it will paralyze you, as you nearly are, now (even if you don't think you fucking are, if you wait for the wire)
imagination, of itself, is never about *doing*.. it is about getting what you *think* you should get, & if you are rational enough to actually not be schizophrenic, you'll never be able to calculate as comfortably as you want, the consequences of all the variables that will give you what you something along the lines of what you want..
(see above)
4) if you have enough balls to take what you get, your imagination will be reduced to something that deals with experimenting with new foods, telling stories to kids, pushing words around to say what you mean, or being stable enough to use it to actually *create* something, instead of just *desire* it..
everything after that is just work.
so go to your fucking college & do some fucking work.
if you got into PS, you probably have been, already..
so i will tell your young ass something, again..
get a job fucking surveying.
shit..
KimChee has the balls to survey & he's almost as old as i am..
surveying keeps you outside & it keeps you healthy & it leads you to a shitload of interesting places, & it makes you some fucking money.
goddamn... i wish i knew what i knew when i was mewing, sapping fucking 19 year old..
go to PS.
stay for just ***TWO*** fucking semesters, in the SURVEY PROGRAM!!!!!
shit, man, if you are really, really, really antsy, you can do it for *** 1 *** semester & then lay down some sob story (imagination at work) about saving up money to go back, & people will fucking hire you as a rod-person even if you don't know which way to face the fucking thing, since you have "Paul Smith" on your resume...
jesus..
i've worked with *many* a guy from PS..
every single one of them, forestry or otherwise, got a job in *surveying*..
NOT fucking forestry..
& dig this.. "forestry" is just a nomen for "selective fucking planet & life rape".
it is the same shit as construction..
but.. get yourself so real-world experience..?
you won't be relying upon just your fucking degree, & if you return & get it, & **then** fight, well..
then you'll have a choice..
invest in adventure, or
invest in what you believe.. & take whatever follows...
shit man.. if you get shot?
i mean.. if yer a medic because you love & want to keep kids from dying who are too young to have learned & chosen hate?
fuck, man..
i'd write yer obit with a fountain pen filled with blood i'd dragged across my own fucking arm..
but if yer out there to heal people who kill so they can kill more, or make more fucking hate?
well, asshole.. yer just a pee pee hole that doesn't know which way to squirt.
at 19, if you have a family that will support you enough to help you with an education, & you like to be outdoors & you like to adventure, go to fucking paul smith & get at least semester under your belt so you can leverage your resume.. stay a year, if you can.
i started surveying at 24..
you have 5 fucking years on me.
you don't have to go corporate, you just need to get yourself started.
you know?
i get sick of all the ooggle little kids on here who think that because they have a great idea, it is going to happen like magic..
so lets add a # 5) to the list of what imagination does..
it will fucking destroy you.
shit.
de
stroy
y
ou.
you want adventure?
work.
work, fucking asshole.
you want war?
you want to see what you are made of?
you want fucking adventure you can carry honestly with a badge upon you among those whom adventure to death with honor among those whom also adventure upon the same soles of shoes??
fucking work.
fucking fight boredom.
fucking save.
fucking work as work will never pay you.
& then share it.
fuck killing people, bucko.. that isn't fucking war..
keep them the fuck alive...
& ***THEN***
you will have an adventure...
.