Addict.

First my nose was thoroughly blocked, second, the guy in my bunk is sucking his cigarette, adding woe unto my sad state. Even flixonase couldn't clear the nose.
So I sat outside the bunk, clearly enjoying the cool, bird-chirping morning, exchanging greetings with the civilians in my base while feeling just right for a short surge of meditation.
But I still couldn't help but sneak into the HQ and just blog, surf or something. Haha.
I was reading mr brown again and this academic-sounding kinda made sweeping statements about 'infantile' bloggers.
Let's not take life too seriously. For you might have been seriously pursuing a misdirected path of thought and conception. What's infantile in the first place ?
Silly and humourous might be more apt. Apt in the sense that it describes reality much better and not just politically correct to say.
And... Maturity is more about thinking life through, experiencing more to understanding it better and improving oneself according to understanding. Right ?
Anyway, it's certainly a matter of taste for what it seems. You are inclined to academic revelations of insights, so people who present ideas like journalists and debaters appeal don't they ?
Just chilllllllll...

It was an evening of hope and night of slight disappointment. Our group was holding the second highest score for the combat day shoot, closing in to the Platoon commanders' and sergeants'. But the night shoot was horrible. I couldn't even see the target. I have to get out of the aiming sight and extrapolate the position of the target before squeezing off. Every shot was filled with uncertainty. Maybe missing 4 or 5 out of 15 was a consolation. Anyway, we missed our marksmanship award. By how much we don't know.