Forks started a post complaining that he hates being a soldier. http://www.arrse.co.uk/Forums/viewtopic/t=126884.html This got me thinking; and I have come to the conclusion that I hate being a civvy. Despite all the interesting and rewarding things that I have got going on, I often feel that I am leading a life of quiet desperation. I woke up this morning and wasn't able to load my plate with sausage, bacon, fried egg, scrambled egg, fried bead, fried mushrooms, tinned tomato and baked beans. Nor was I able to fold it all into slices of slices of sliced white bread and swill it down with cookhouse tea, leaving the washing up to some other cnut. I didn't spend at least half my day trying to skive, smoking fags, taking the pish and hiding from a man with 3 stripes on his arm. Nor did I have a w'nk in the toilets. Nothing went bang all day and I didn't practice doing bad things with dangerous weapons. I didn't iron a pair of jeans and a t shirt at 1700 and spend the next 10 hours chucking beer down my neck with a bunch of loonies and trying to pull anything female that had a pulse. No knee jerker with a fat ugly trollop in an alley behind a club. No currywurst afterwards. I seem to spend most of my life paying bills, fulfilling irksome responsibilities, biting my tongue and pretending to be somebody I'm not. Ok, I didn't have to polish anything, do drill or get beasted in jail. But there isn't much intensity either..