Hello everybody, my name is Kent Wayne. I’ve started getting requests for personal info so I thought I’d put up this author page. I know it’s commonly practiced social media etiquette to post lots of pictures and stuff about personal life, but I tend to veer the other way—I like my privacy. Sorry if that offends you; I’m not trying to be rude.
I spent ten years in the military. I was never a sex-nuts strong, roided-out Bin-laden-wasting-stud, nor was I a fat, whiny, high-and-tight (it’s the stereotypical military haircut) wearing pencil-pusher that lived to yell at people about uniform and haircut regulations because he was bullied in high school and couldn’t get a date. Within those two extremes, I fall somewhere in between. I’m not going to specify what units or branches I was in. That was a different person, and it doesn’t matter now—I’m out and done with that stuff. While it definitely informs my writing, the chapter has closed on that part of my life.
I prefer not to be thanked for my service. There’s plenty of great articles out there that can express why better than I ever could.
My view on the military, just to give you some insight on my perspective: the military is a reflection of society. Of humanity. Within it, you can find behavior that is villainous, heroic, idiotic, and genius. The full spectrum. And just like life, one person can exhibit some of each. Nobody is a badass 100% of the time. Nobody is a piece of shit 100% of the time. I find most portrayals of the military reductive in that it doesn’t recognize this basic fact: the military is made up of humans, and they are subject to human nature. When it becomes clear that “shitbags” can be amazing and “heroes” can be child molesters, then the folly of using a label to reduce somebody to hero, baby-killer, badass, or brainwashed is revealed to be shortsighted and childish.
This is everywhere, not just the military. I’m resigned to the idea that humans love to reduce the complexity of life into an easy-to-get-riled about, simplistic viewpoint. But I have seen it get better as I’ve gotten older, so I still have hope. I think the internet—and the increased ease of sharing information—has a lot to do with that.
The great lesson I learned from the military: Ideals are nice and soul-stirring, but people tend to get blinded by them. It is the ability to perceive the minutely relevant changes from instance to instance, from circumstance to circumstance, that will carry you. It is not comfortably reductive idealism, but all-inclusory awareness that will let you navigate not just life, but all of existence.
(Hops off the soapbox) I know that’s a poor bio, but I hope that my obnoxiously grandiose statement reveals more about me than if I were to list a boring series of life events. And I hope it wasn’t too pretentiously poetic. As a character from one of my favorite authors says (about a bunch of mentally masturbatory goth vampire wannabes): “Too much time on their hands. Leads to poetry.”
(Just kidding. I love poetry. Some of it. Maybe.)
Thanks for checking out my work! To all you writers, I wish you inspired drafting and insightful editing!
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