I had no idea, Earl. Truly. Maybe that's why I think a lot of you, sensing the vagabond, reckless spirit(surely covered now by having moved to a respectable status in life!)
I also agree about the linear thinking. Dissension is not allowed.. I toe the line because I have to keep my job, but believe it or not it goes against every single instinct I have to do so. I've always been a rebellious prick.
On that same train of thought, a hateful bastard of a man that was one of my ranger school instructors , pure evil incarnate....once told me that criminals, thugs, and those who come from hard times often make the very best soldiers. While I am far from the best at what I do, ive seen it ring true more than once. I wonder why that is. It is a theme we often see in literature and television(game of thrones being a good example, the night watch guys being recruited from the dregs of society). it fascinates me.
Your last observation rings a few bells - I needed a lick of real discipline and real hardship to set me straight - until then I'd been pushing everything and everyone in every direction at once. I'm guessing that military discipline and the fact there's ALWAYS a harder, cleverer, faster bastard than yourself in that environment has much the same effect on people who've flailed-about looking for some sort of meaning, purpose and structure in their lives.
Poor sod. Didn't know bodily fluids were so saleable though.
There's money in the flower biz, but it's too poofy for you I guess.
I actually used to work at a florist from age 15-18. The owner, a very flamboyant man, would hire nothing but young, good looking boys. He never touched any of us, but there was no question where his mind was. He sometimes paid us extra if he was in a good mood, so I always wore sleeveless, tight shirts to drum up bigger tips . My job was solely to make bud vases and blow up the balloons
Be just and if you can't be just, be arbitrary- William S. Burroughs