DRAFTED FOR THE ARMY?

I have this huge fear right now! I don't know if any other teenage boy has the same fear of being drafted off, basically to die, in the army if there ever is a World War III or war big enough to cause a draft. I mean, I don't think I would be as upset or even as fearful of being cased away to who knows where to fight who knows who who knows when! If I wanted to fight in the army the army in any war, I'd be more than happy to sign up to fight for my country. But guess what,  I'm no that type of person.

I love my country. Good old America. I definitely understand why this country is called "The Land of Opportunity" and one of the most equal, culturally mixed, ethnic diverse countries. But I guess I don't love enough because I'm kind of complaining about this whole "drafting men when they turn 18" idea. Fighting for my country is just not something pleases me. War is wrong in most cases because if I wanted to kill people, I could just buy an Xbox and play Call of Duty.

Yes. War is wrong most of the time. War involves killing people, sometimes Innocent. I definitely understand that war is sometimes carried out because ideas and simple conversation to try and come to a consensus about a topic. I get into this slump of something close to depression due to the idea of not being able to talk people out of fighting. Narrow mindedness kills.

But why draft me? What if I refuse? Okay. Through me in prison. I would rather sit in a jail cell with bugs and a bunch of crazy thoughts for 25 years than fight in a war and kill. I'm not that type of person to want to even think about bringing death instead of opportunity for better life to people, innocent or not. I believe in second and third chances. If I didn't have a second or third chance in some of the things that I've done wrong in my life, I would still be grounded by my parents now, making that over 8 years of regret I would feel for something I so simply could have not done.

Wait. Women aren't forced to be drafted for the army? Excuse me? Why is this? I though all men and women were created equally? I thought this was a country where equality mattered? I thought every American had the same rights and same standpoint regardless of race, gender or sexual orientation? Obviously not. All I guess I wanted to get out of all of this CRAZY ranting was that either it should be a choice to get to sign up for the draft, or both men and woman should be required to sign up for the draft once the become the age of 18.

Where has the Time Gone?

Honestly, I feel like the older I get, the faster time goes by. I remember that time I was 6 and I peed my pants in the 1st grade, and it feels like that happened a few weeks ago. Now I'm 17, less than a year away from apply for colleges, and it's almost summer? It's like everyday I lose a minute of time and each day goes faster and faster. I CAN'T KEEP UP! It's not like I'm gonna wake up tomorrow and and be 18 or go through a crazy transformation entirely overnight like Mile Cyrus.

You may not know this, but I recently turned 17 on March 31st. And I'm kind of having this little bit of a crazy early life crisis. The big question is: What am I going to do next? All of that meaning a million more questions. Questions like: What do I want to major in? Where am I going to go to college? Am I ever going to be married? Do I even want kids? 

Sure I'm practically an adult already. I'm working two jobs, I'm in an early college program so I'm taking 3 college classes which is 11 units, I have my license, I pay for bills, and I'm pretty mature compared to most 17 year old boys. It might be because I'm Gay that I'm a little more sophisticated. But I don't want to stereotype here. 

I guess I'm going to end up homeless or living with my parents for a lot longer than 10 years after I graduate because I feel like I'm going to be one of those people who changes their major 20 times throughout their college career. 

Okay. Being serious for a second, I always know I'll be able to major in something like business or administration if I have to last resort, and I'm pretty sure I'll be living on my own sometime after getting a job. WHO KNOW'S THOUGH?! NOBODY