Iraq and the "You That Isn't You"

I'm kind of undergoing one of those "Personal Revolutions".
I'd undergone one here, thanks to a friend wising me up to some of the changes I'd undergone and how the old-me'd have looked at them with a sort of frown on his face.
I guess I'm going to be trying to tone-down my pessimism and "I can do everything without people" as well as my "People often aren't worth my time".

You see, I'd been relaying some stuff about remote-control car motors to the same guy who'd wised me up a ways back, when I'd gotten the news that my Father is being stationed away for a third year. If I tacked that onto what he's already been gone, including every itty-bitty station elsewhere, it looks way more sizable than it should.

They weren't supposed to be able to station him in rapid succession, and if he leaves, nobody's employed and the market for jobs in Nowhere, USA is pretty slim.
I'd wanted to watch American Psycho with him - the rest of my family can't stand the likes of Patrick Bateman. He seemed reluctant, but okay with it. My mother and sister promptly turned the channel to VH1 and refused to budge on the matter of America's Got Talent, and the opportunity to spend time with my father escaped for the night. I got bitter and when my mother came down to the garage, I'd said something akin to "So, Fuck VH1."

We'd drifted about topics and jokes and "Hrmn"s, until she'd said "You know, I really wish you didn't hate people you think are stupid."
It's true, too. I get uppity and haughty and Holden Caulfieldish and I think I'm better than some people: Stoners. People that refuse to work. Felons. Socialites. Probably a lot of other really petty things, too, I don't know.
I'd quoted an instance where a pretty respectable guy praised my ability to explain things to others, and I'd said that I know how to act professional in a given setting, but I just can't stand people, sometimes.

In a way, I don't really know what she's asking of me.
She said, though, that she misses the guy who said "Hey! I don't have cancer, man!" and then promptly kept moving, now that she has the guy who goes "Shit sucks, man!" and keeps moving. I guess I'm going to try to be that guy again.

I hung out with my Old Man on the porch and we talked about useless things.
He was asking about Meiling's Beret, and I'd explained how it was sort of an inside joke:

"Hong Meiling" versus "Kurenai Misuzu" leads to people calling Meiling "China" instead. China wears a Beret. The Nation of China is Communist (Only officially. It's more of an Oligarchy, people.) and so, a communist beret is the epitome of Meiling.
He laughed sort of and asked how the hell you manage to confuse "Hong Meiling" with "Kurenai Misuzu" and finished his cigarette.

Also, earlier this morning, I played Killing Floor with Remilia.
I was raped by a Scrake after racking up some serious points as a Sharpshooter.
Reimu often comes when Remilia and I play, and I often give all of my money after repairs and ammo to her for Poverty-Miko Appeal.

In reality, I'm probably just a sucker for moé and want to hear an "auu" or two.