Spangly bursts of bravado!

I think, the rate I carry on with shooting from the hip I'm bound to get into serious trouble in camp. I almost got into some serious shit last week when I spoke a wee bit loudly and bluntly without respect for rank and chain of command and all that nonsense that comes with have more icons decorating your chest epaulet. Thankfully all the pomp and swagger was backed by the power of right and the strength of the very foundation of the institution. Hopefully, when I do get indiscreet in my foolish disregard for revering rank irregardless of whether it is backed by reason, I don't burst into tears. Crying is a cheap trick to gain an immediate favourable emotional response. I hope I manage to will whatever emotion I feel as I'm getting called out into aggression; and turn green and start smashing things.

I mean, when you're angry you're more motivated and to do things to get even as opposed to wallowing in tears. I mean, look at all the angry fucked up people who grew up to be crazy serial killers as opposed to emo depressives who get committed to a mental institution. Which one would you rather be?