Yes yes, ladies and gents, I was a'walking and a'talking mighty strong, but it turns out that old age is a'bitin me in the arse.
Well, I went down to the Navy recruiter. I'm not eligible for joining the Navy for two reasons:
1) I have been on antidepressants. Apparently, that's a bad thing. I can't tell if it's just prejudice or what, but anybody who has been on these things for the last five years isn't eligible. Eh?
2) I am 18 pounds overweight. My Body Fat is 27 percent. Wow.
Now I'm just a gloomy tub of lard in America. How the hell did this happen?
Personally, I don't think my weight was really the issue - I think the recruiter was giving me an easy way out after he found out about my depression. (I can live without the meds, but I can't deny that I am susceptible to long dark teatimes of the soul.)
So, to all dubs out there, if you ever thought you wanted a military career - don't go on the happy pills. Just get the borg out of your life and GET OUT! Don't let Brooklyn depress you into choices that restrict your future options.
I wish... ah... can't go back, can't change the past... Now what do I do? The future is wide open and all of it sucks.
Sigh...
CZAR of the "Half of a man" klass