As noted in the last post The Veteran, there was one point in my life that I had strongly desired to join the organization where you can be all that you can be. Yes it’s the familiar slogan of the good old United States Army.
Now why the hell did I want to join the military, of all places, for a dumb art junkie gal like me?
Let’s go back to one fine day in 1994. Back then I was a 15 year old acne riddled loner gal in high school, going through an epiphany: what are the chances of me making a living as an artist? I had read mounds of books on what life as a career artist looked like, and well, let’s just say look at poor old Van Gogh, the unwitting poster boy for the stereotypical starving artist. The thought shook me up pretty good, and decided it was not the life for me.
Since I was little I had always been a tomboy. I liked stuff that’s usually reserved for boys, and believed there shouldn’t be a segregation of genders; girls can enjoy comic books, video games, and sports as much as boys and not be shunned for it. Of course I faced a lot of grief over this from my mom and my siblings. Additionally I enjoyed watching action packed movies with all that explosions and buttkicking left and right. Stars like Arnold Schwarzenegger, Sylvester Stallone, Jean Claude Van Damme, and Steven Seagal ruled the silver screens in the 90s and awed the pants out of kids like myself. I always aspired to fly and kick like they did, and they even inspired me to aspire an exciting and high octane life as a police officer, or even an army brat. Which is why I jumped to the opportunity when recruiters came to the campus scouting for fresh young bloods to join the uniformed madness. On top of it all, they showered me with tempting benefits like full tuition for college and traveling around parts of worlds I have only dreamed of. Finally I thought I would have the chance to be like the action star I only used to fantasize about. Sound pretty corny and childish, right? Back then I didn’t think so.
To be continued….