Oh geez, that was definitely not my intention. Dragging you into the cesspool that is JAGfic, that is. It's not even any good, really. Well, it's better than the Toy Soldiers fic I just read, but that's not saying much.

As for your current state of early life crisis, I completely understand. I've been going through the same thing myself for a few years now. I'm living with my parents, for God's sake. Granted, I am only here so I can afford to go back to school, but it's not like I'm actually in school yet.

Honestly, I don't know if any of us ever feel like we're done growing up. How could we?

I think we've all done that particular ranty whine once or twice. The whole 'working for a living' thing is a drag, especially when you're too smart for entry-level office work. I guess you just have to get to the point where you either climb a tower and start firing, or go find something else to do with your life.

As for Toy Soldiers, for some reason I get a sort of perverse kick out of watching Joey die. I think it's probably because it's Wil Wheaton, which is strange because I'm one of the rare few who actually enjoyed Wesley back in the day. But no one seems to have written the post-movie comfort sex fic that I want to read, as they are all too hung up on the Billy/Joey. It's a shame, really. But I haven't got time for that fic right now, I'm too busy trying to get Nick to cooperate with me.