escape artists never die

now that i'm almost consigned to my fate of going to army and enjoying/suffering for the next 2 years or so, life has yet again decided to throw me another SURPRISE. a funny leg injury means that i can't run and jump and kick, and i don't know how long before i can.

so now there's a very real possibility that i'll be doing 2 years worth of relaxing office work. that's supposed to be good, right? not really, let me explain.

it is said that when you go to ns, you're forced to grow up. i guess that's true, since even your own house will start to feel foreign. but with nothing holding you down, you will be free to be your own man and that's called growing up.

with this office work, i'm basically living the same life i have been living since i was born, except for slightly longer working hours. nothing's gonna change and i'm afraid that i'll be stuck in some sort of suspended childhood then i'll be forever young. that's supposed to be good too, right? not so good when i'm 30 and still think the same way i do now.

anyway i think the time spent away from life would do me a world of good. i think while some people go to ns and pretend to be injured, i have to pretend that i'm not injured.