Mariner? Beckett Mariner? Is that you?
Mariner, I can't and won't make this any simpler for you.
You failed at life. You failed. When one thinks of what Star Fleet is capable of, exploring strange new worlds, seeking out new life and new civilizations, and going boldly where no man has gone before; your name will not be whispered in the same, reverent fashion that others have. Nobody will remember Beckett Mariner. You aren't even a header or a footer in the career of someone else.
You are nobody. Nothing. Nada. Zilch.
In short, you are an enormous failure.
Mariner, being that you're about 23 years old and your brain has probably hard-wired itself to accept such failures by now and write off such criticism by being "flippant", really suggests that you've passed beyond the proverbial breaking-point. There's no turning back. This is your career, this is what defines you and this is what you'll defend to the end. The abhorrent failure that is the USS Cerritos, Beckett Mariner, that is your legacy.
Maybe I'm over-reaching, however. Who knows? People CAN change. Maybe you'll read this, Mariner, and think long and hard about what a wasteful life you've led. Maybe you'll think, "wow. It's incredible just how abysmal and pathetic I really AM!" Maybe you'll lift some weights in the morning. Maybe you'll take a self-help class. Maybe in a couple of years, Mariner, you'll have learned from this failure.
I doubt it, though. I genuinely doubt it.
Now excuse me, I have to stop an alien civilization from imploding. The blueshirts estimate over six billion lives will be saved.