I don't really have any. I'm just floating around on this journey called life.

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My main goal is to have a large, freakishly beautiful physique

like this

6'2" 240 pounds of solid muscle. I want to command respect and attract attention whenever I walk into a room. I do not want to look like an average person.

 That's my main goal. I'm in school, don't really know what I want to be. Cars, clothing, shoes, most of it doesn't interest me. But everything I do from how I eat to how much I sleep to what I read is all directed towards achieving a body like this.

But what are you going to do? Don't you want to be someone?

Muscles aren't really going to get you anything but whores to fuck. It's a lot of effort for for little reward, but I won't judge.

I will be somebody. I have no idea how I am going to become somebody, but I just know I will be. I can't explain it, it's like I have a burning sensation so deep inside of me that just KNOWS I will be a success. Like it has already happened, and I went back in time to live through and experience the journey. It seems delusional to anyone else but I've never been more certain of something in my life. And right now the journey is taking me to obtain a great physique.

Hopefully you're right.

Bro if somebody told me stuff similar to what I am saying i'd think they were nuts lol

Trying not to procrastinate and put off making that game i wanted to make

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I'm a little undecided about my goal, but I know in general it lies in medicine. I'm currently a certified EMT-B, and using this as a stepping stone to decide whether:

-To move on to paramedic/fire-fighter paramedic
-Join the military and be a combat medic, or special forces/pararescue
-Move on to PA or nurse school
-Go for being a full fledged doctor

I like the path of all of them, but I currently can't decide. I have time though, so I'm not terribly worried.

Depends on how much time you want to spend in school, at the same time.

A lot of options is good, but don't let it bog you down.

I have time so I'm not worried about bogging. They're all pretty solid, but I'm more trying to see the curve of some of the fields. Such as, one of the local hospitals is employing more PAs than nurses, and if that trend continues it might be a better idea to go for PA.

What are the requirements for being a combat medic?

Aside from the military training you get? First you need to earn EMT-B status (or otherwise known as EMT-1 here in Cali) and pass the test and be on the EMT National Registry, then you go to the EMT-Paramedic. I'm not sure how long it takes between the transition in the military, but I expect it to be faster than in the civilian world. To even qualify for paramedic school as a civilian you need to work 2 years minimum as an EMT-B.

Cool.

http://smartmedic.com/quiz/index.asp

Feel free to test yourself on a mix of EMT-B and EMT-Paramedic questions and see where you stand. It's a good quiz I'm using to brush up on my stuff, but is lacking in scenario questions : (

Quote from: The Lord Ruler on December 22, 2014, 08:12:50 PM

My short term goal right now is to get into college and get a degree in criminal justice. During that time I should get an internship at a federal agency.

And eventually I hope to get into the FBI.

FBI huh? How come?

I've always enjoyed the idea. Seems like a place where I can really help and have a exciting life. (Yes I know it's nothing like in the shows, there's a lot of paperwork and shit but still)

Plus my brothers got the same idea so hopefully we can work together. Would be great for us.

Quote from: Sandtrap on December 23, 2014, 03:54:43 AM

At the moment? Survive. Get up and try.

I just ripped my heart out in a figurative sense because I had to. And I did it because of the state of mind I'm in right now. I'm temporarily bullet proof happy because of the fact that I was dead for a little bit there. My head and eyes are different now. But it won't last forever. Mirrors are ugly things. I can see myself on the outside falling apart.

And I can see myself on the inside and all the horrible ways I operate.

So. That's my goal. Survive all this. Get up and fight as best I can. We'll see what comes after this if I can make it that far.

You're a tough guy, mentally. Whether or not you think so, it's true. Otherwise you would've given up a long time ago.

Maybe. But if I was better off I wouldn't have to do what I just did a while back. I took a friend, somebody close to me, and I cut them out of my life. Cut them out because I had to. No choice. Don't have the will to avert my focus from them and balance my life at the same time.

Because that's how I work. I have to hate myself. Loathe myself and damage myself, back myself into a corner and rip myself apart. I do that because that's seemingly the only way I get back up and push the hardest. So. Here I am today.

I wake up and I realize I will never talk to a friend of mine and I will never encounter them again. And if I were better off I could have kept them as a friend and managed all this at the same time. But I'm not perfect. So I've got to do stuff the ugly way.

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At the moment? Survive. Get up and try.

I just ripped my heart out in a figurative sense because I had to. And I did it because of the state of mind I'm in right now. I'm temporarily bullet proof happy because of the fact that I was dead for a little bit there. My head and eyes are different now. But it won't last forever. Mirrors are ugly things. I can see myself on the outside falling apart.

And I can see myself on the inside and all the horrible ways I operate.

So. That's my goal. Survive all this. Get up and fight as best I can. We'll see what comes after this if I can make it that far.

You're a tough guy, mentally. Whether or not you think so, it's true. Otherwise you would've given up a long time ago.

Maybe. But if I was better off I wouldn't have to do what I just did a while back. I took a friend, somebody close to me, and I cut them out of my life. Cut them out because I had to. No choice. Don't have the will to avert my focus from them and balance my life at the same time.

Because that's how I work. I have to hate myself. Loathe myself and damage myself, back myself into a corner and rip myself apart. I do that because that's seemingly the only way I get back up and push the hardest. So. Here I am today.

I wake up and I realize I will never talk to a friend of mine and I will never encounter them again. And if I were better off I could have kept them as a friend and managed all this at the same time. But I'm not perfect. So I've got to do stuff the ugly way.

Why?

Even if you're dying there's no need to cut people out of your life before you go. It's not like if you don't give somebody all your attention you can't be friends.

Na. Thing is. I have this person very near and dear to my heart. But it's not something that can happen because of distance, lifestyles, and the fact that they already have a significant other. We both agreed that friends works best but that doesn't change the fact every time I talk to them, I can completely empty my heart and soul.

And I know how they work. I see them for who they are and I can't help but want to get closer even if it's impossible. It sets me into a loop. I talk to them when I get down, they pick me up, then I want to get closer, realize it'll never happen, and then I sink lower.

I'm caught. My logical, waking mind gives me every logical reason why it's not possible. But my sub-conscious disagrees and sabotages me. And I can't turn off what I feel like it's a light switch. But I can cut the source to the light switch.

So that's what I did.

Essentially freed myself but a piece of me died too. It's a necessary thing. I need full focus on my end to make things work. So. Today's a fan fucking tastic day.

All I want is an entry level job that pays decently and requires a college education. I screwed up my life in high school and college because I was addicted to video games and wasn't thinking about my future at all. Recently I gave them up cold turkey and will be selling my xbox one soon. Holidays are miserable and I can't enjoy it. Spend hours a day searching through job boards to the point where I'm going crazy. I did volunteer work last month and I don't know what more I can do, but doing nothing all day is making me lose it.