STILL A NO.
These are my awards. From army.
In my youth, I took great care to be very considerate of the human nature I observed and exhibited throughout my experience. Much of what I saw, I failed to connect with anything of any substance, and it seemed to float to the back of my thoughts, perhaps to be considered again when the matching thought occurred to me. But the result at the time caused me a certain anxiety.
My eyes were often wont to fall on sights vulgarity and simplicity. And my thoughts were often filled with judgments and assessments of others. I was, as unwillingly as it may have been, influenced by my peers. I would, however, scarcely admit to any alterations so easily affected upon me. This was my youth, after all, and foolish pride was instilled early.
Each of us, is, as we see it, the right one. Which is to say that each of us feels very correct in our mannerisms and actions. And the rude behaviours of others, which we find very offensive, are defects in those individuals and have nothing to do with us in any capacity other than that we have noted them and recognized their vulgarity. The hypocrisy lies in fear, however. Although it’s never admitted, we are perpetually afraid that we may be in some form, metal or otherwise, unpleasant or unlovable. This is the crass hypocrisy, so often shunned and ignored, which leads to vulgarity and common violence.
These observations often show more prevalence in youth, and nothing less was true in my own young generation. Many times were they manifest in ugly and unfitting forms. The social games of the higher-ups and at times, the lower-downs exemplified this. Their perpetual strikes and counter-strikes, which were always delivered with intent of finality, never seemed to prevent further retaliation. I’ve often wondered whether those involved in such affairs were sincere in desire for conclusion. Perhaps their lives were filled with so many empty responsibilities, that the protection of their ostensible and self-appointed honour was all that filled any amount of time in their otherwise busy days.
(submitted by gardewoog)