I shan't say much about the last camp, just that it kinda changed my lyfe once again - my direction in scouting, my perspective of some stuff. But don't worry, no goodbye to my social lyfe totally of course.
Youngsters these days are really different. Methods which used to be successful years ago don't work nuts at all today. They call it the "thinking soldier" concept in the army, which means that juniors under you start questioning everything you do and every decision you make. Shucks, I spent so much saliva on pep talks these days than before. I'm focusing on mastering the chameleon concept - turning into a nice, approachable leader at one time and then a strict no-nonsense one at another.
No, I'm not smeagol. I don't have a split personality.
I shall miss my bumming days the last few weeks and my runs. I think the molehill in front of me just turned into a mountain. Seems so much to clear suddenly.
I think I've been a nice guy for too long, time to kick asses that should be kicked. I just did once yesterday and it worked. So darn sad but true that it has to work this way. Sorry is always such a convenient word for too many people.
It's one of those "leave me alone, I badly need a break" kinda period. I wish I could count to ten, make everything be wonderful again. Where's my angel in disguise?
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