the recluse’s hideout

It’s time like these that are nicest. When there’s no high key event/activity going on, and when many of the instructors aren’t around. It’s mostly self-governed and the day is relatively free. You walk down the corridor and see people taking their well-deserved rest even though the bed sheets are off, people watching a movie together in a bunk off a macbook, lights dimmed and all. Some are reading, though struggling to keep awake (that’s me), and some are busy because that’s how it works — appointment holders just do most if not all the work.

It’s also times like these when you have time to actually think. Something quite foreign in the service, especially when the helmet or camouflage cream is on.  And when you think, your mind starts to wonder too far, and the slightest things spark off a series of disturbing thoughts that only serve no purpose but to further depress you, and pushing you into the abyss of selfpity once again.

Perhaps sometimes, just sometimes, its nice to be busy. Maybe it’s been a blessing i’ve gotten appointments one after another. Just maybe.