I just found my old notebook from when I was in the Army. I flipped through the pages and pages of 'lyrics' I wrote for songs that never materialized. The main themes of almost every 'song' were coffee, cigarettes, and especially, boredom. To be honest, I only really started smoking out of boredom anyway, so there you go.
I was pretty heavy into emo back in the mid-2000's and it showed in my writing. Songs about not being understood, songs about the night, and songs about the world passing me by are easily explained by my time in the service. I was misunderstood (or at least hard to relate to) and working the night shift in Iraq while all my friends and family lived their lives. It really hit me when I finally came home and my friends were talking about music and movies that I'd never even heard of, and that was only being gone for one year.
All this would be well and good; easy to leave in the past and move on. A nice bit of nostalgia to share over a drink with some old friends. Perhaps, if not for the fact that I'm falling into the same cycle that I couldn't wait to leave.