The War Against Ourselves 8

Chapter 8: Interacts Well With Others</u>


#07 - Mother

She’s my best friend. She’s my confidante. She’s the only woman I’ve ever loved. She’s never looked down at me or asked me to change. She’s accepted every choice I’ve made in my life even if I’ve made some wrong decisions. She’s my shoulder to cry on and the person I brag to. She’s the number one spot on my speed-dial and my basis of good character. And I know that he’s nervous about finally meeting her, but she’s still just human like everyone else. She just wants my happiness. And he makes me happy. The rest is really just a matter of conversation. She’ll love him because he loves me. I’ve been telling him that for the last week, so why is he holding his breath now that I’ve finally introduced them? But a small smile from her is all that I need to know that she sees in him what I do. So the rest of the evening can be spent playfully torturing him. After all, mothers have a certain reputation to keep up I suppose.


#47 – Friends

It’s officially SAD! I’ve gone over it again and again in my head and I keep coming to the same conclusion. No one in the entire Red army likes me. I don’t have one friend among them, and I have a pretty loose definition of the word ‘friend’. I mean, I’d be happy to have a teammate who’d at least push me out of the path of a speeding bus. I’ve had more civil conversations with Tex than with my own team. And I KILLED Tex! It almost makes a guy consider hanging out at Blue base more often. There’s got to be something I’m missing. How do I get these guys to like me? I wonder if I should whip the guys up a batch of cookies? Cookies and friendship usually go hand in hand, right?


#48 - Prison

I suppose if I really wanted to place blame here I could pin it on Sarge. He threw the first punch that landed us here after all. But it’s still mostly my fault. I was just so excited to be back on Earth... and for some reason the first words out of my mouth were that we were going out on the town, on me. I should have known better than to take the guys to my kind of club. It honestly never dawned on me that Sarge would punch out the first guy who pinched his ass. Anyway, this prison cell feels a lot like the bunk back at Red Base. We’ve only been here five hours and Simmons isn’t taking being locked up here too well. His eyes keep darting toward the bars and he’s developed a twitch. Grif has been talking to the other guys within hearing distance of our holding cells the whole time. They’re comparing stories about past prisoner experiences, and I think he’s got them impressed on the fact that he was in military prison. Sarge... Sarge has been glaring at me the whole time, as if it was MY fault that gay guys thought he was cute!