MrsMok posted hers and I am making one too because she made a menacing face to me so that I would make one.

So, in no particular order:

I am a labyrinth. My paths are difficult to follow, but once you get to the right path you will surprised with the outcome of the trip. I am a strange dude, thinking way too much about things (mostly small things, details), which may cause in changing the course of my path but once you can get my trail of thinking I can be easy to follow.

I am the weather. My temper is like storms. Most days I am calm and invisible, minding my own business and living in the shadows, with my friends and family, but in a matter of seconds I can go mad crazy like the Hulk on military tanks and helicopters.

I am a geek. I am a man of science. Until I was 15 I was a role model student and athlete. Straight A’s at school, speaking two foreign languages and being a really good swimmer / water polo player. After that decadence came, my grades flunked, I started smoking and quit professional sports. But science never left, was there through university. Math, physics, chemistry, biology, the whole shebang. Last semester, after almost 2000 experiments, I was finishing my thesis in my white lab coat with one paper published and another one in writing.

I am an open book. Controversial with the labyrinth I know, but even though I am a difficult personality, you can always tell what I feel. Anger, happiness, boredom, love, hate, are always drawn on my face. I am an honest person and you can see it on my face. I keep quiet when I need to do so, and I rant a LOT when I feel like it.

I am a jukebox. I love music. I seriously can’t live without it. Not a day goes by without me listening to at least 2 hours of music. My biggest complaint is that I never learned how to play an instrument. Music soothes me. Music will help me sleep at nights when I have trouble sleeping. With every mood I got a playlist. My favorite possession in the world is my iPod. Music is my best friend, my biggest passion.

I am the never-back-down kid. I work hard on every aspect of my life. Everything I got in me will automatically be given so that all things that have my attention work just fine. I am a bit perfectionist but in the good way, not that psychotic kind. I commit to everything that is important to me; work, friends, relationships, you name it.

I am a realist. With a hint of a dreamer and a sprinkle of a romantic. I tend to look ahead of some situations, divide them into possible scenarios. I see a good wife and kids in my future, a good job and a modest house. But then again I got to work hard to get those. I try to keep both of my feet on the ground, even though I tilt my head to the right, like JD from "Scrubs", just to imagine a possible scenario.

I am Constantine. I am 25 years old, Greek citizen, currently a soldier.

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As a follow up to my last post I will write about some things that I find absolutely ridiculous on the whole institution that is called Army.

Shaving

Shaving is something that we are obligated to do on a daily basis. Some people (and especially women) find a clean shaved face more attractive than one with a beard. To me it’s just hair and for the past 3 years - before army that is - I refused to put a razor on my face. Not only because it irritates my skin but let’s face it, I am too lazy to shave. There I said it! The army’s excuse for shaving was that (when on war) a clean face shows high morale. First of all, can you believe at this shit? And secondly, we are NOT on a fucking war! But no, they keep forcing us to shave.

Cleaning up

As rational human beings we tend to keep our places of living/working/hanging out clean. We all clean up our homes, our offices at work. But not every day (and in some cases twice a day)! Okay, it’s perfectly acceptable to clean the barracks, since there are common places and we are about 100 people living daily in them. But warehouses? Vehicles? The freaking grass? Yeah, every day we keep to sweep, mop, even pick cigarette butts on an area that’s about 1 km². Yeah it’s tiring and at some point ridiculous, because you might have checked everywhere for a little piece of litter and found nothing and after three seconds you get yelled from a superior that in a hundred meters from your position he found a cigarette butt. Pick it yourself you stupid ape! Once you saw it pick it yourself and throw it in the trash. It’s more than simple. All of this just so everything "looks nice". That’s their official comment on the cleaning up. Some how I don’t get it!

Superiors

Here we got a variety of people that have ranks. There are young people that are in army through military school (which makes them at least good students with a high educational background). There are those who joined the army as volunteers (with the possibility of a low educational background). Anyway, educational background is not really a rule to judge someone so I will drop it here. What I want to say it that in a camp you can find a 45 year old lieutenant that can be a really cool person and you can find an 18 year old corporal that can be an enormous jackass. Or vice versa. You can find a 60 year old general that will talk to you like he’s your grandpa or he will terrorize you with some idiotic argument about old times and wars and shit. I had for example and 18 year old kid ordering me to get him coffee. He was one rank above me. I am 25 and I was offended by that notion. There’s no point continuing on this because of a local saying: "Where logic ends, army begins".

But even all these and more things that bother me I had some values discovered or cultivated while being in there. First of all comes patience. I have learned to be very patient in many situations while before my army days I would transform into a big green creature and smash stuff around. With patience came endurance. In cold weather (-10 Celsius), in stupidity (which is impressively unlimited), in lack of sleep, in hunger (food mostly sucks there), in dirtiness (yeah at some point there wasn’t hot water to shower). I have overcome myself quite a few times and for that I have to thank the army. I have yet become a better person.

That’s it I guess,

Private Con over and out!               

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