Are you bitter? Jaded? Cynical? Most always brooding?

Pleased to confirm that I am most definitely none of the above. (Truly sorry about your state, though. Also, why are you reading me?)

I don’t have “a gelatinous black ink that seeps into [my] heart”, recently said a dear friend. (Admired this sentence so much that I scribbled it down on my napkin.)

I still believe in Good (note the ‘G’), and I refuse to accept that other people can’t be Good, but instead that they choose to behave in shit manner. (Layer no1: Pre-destination vs Choice.)

Tangent: I think, perhaps, Goodness is a greater deal of work than not, and there are those who are either too lazy to take the extra steps, or who are happier seeing the seedier shadows of life and giving into them.

Take as example the following idea: Those constantly waxing philosophic about our need to be ‘free’. ‘People should be free to do whatever they want.’ Usually, at the core of such a sentiment isn’t a true Libertarianism, but rather an excuse to have sex with whomever, without accountability and / or obligation. Freedom from moral currency, as ‘morality’ defined in its general terms.

(Layer no2: Excellent idea in theory? Maybe not even in theory, but I’ll save this thought for a PhD dissertation.) Next time some one says this out loud, challenge them on the idea, as simple questions unravel this sort of thinking (Layer no3: Most always unique to the rich. Layer no4: Can one be monetarily rich and not morally bankrupt?) Questions such as: Should an adult be free to have sex with a child (under the age of 16)? Should a man be free to have sex with an animal? Should a woman be allowed to trade sex for money?

Then take it up a few notches and focus on one point, such as the following: Prostitution hits a certain demographic; certain social and economic means that give rise to prostitution (not to mention sexual abuse as a child – thank you NG for the reminder of this). As such, should these women be free to trade sex for money, or should only the women who don’t come from that background be free to trade sex for money?

Because the battle is always sex-related, right? We don’t need to kid ourselves on this one – the argument always returns itself to sex, as do most things. Every. Single. Time that someone has used that ‘I believe we should all be free to do whatever we want’ line, it has at its epicenter that individual’s need to fuck as they please. Amazing that they really become nothing short of slaves to their own physical selves, rather than being the commanders of their bodies.

I would welcome a challenge to this point, so please feel free to engage. End Tangent.)

So, yes. I believe that people can be Good…that they strive to be Good…that they give the cash register girl the dollar too much she gave them…that they don’t take advantage of others even when the opportunity presents itself…that they will place the welfare of others above their own comfort…that they refuse to play in the gray areas of honesty…that they’ll give money to the junkie rather than a lecture…that they’ll tread carefully when allowed into another heart…that they’ll work to be better & to do better…and…that they’ll be kind…and that they’ll be kinder still.

I like that I am still that girl. And to anyone whose attempted to shit on my parade? I will just eventually feel sorry for you.

The above is not to say that I don’t sometimes just fkn hate people.

Take last week, as example.
I was in a right state all last week. Anything said to me, any comments made or jokes attempted or courtesies extended? It took everything out of me not to be rude. For no apparent reason other than: I felt like it.

Some stupid asshole, not French used the word ‘chic’ to describe the image I have as my bberry screen saver and my brain launched WWIII against my arms and hands because all I felt like doing was smashing my ‘chic’ imaged bberry across his face, but rational thought kept interrupting…and winning.

Tangent: For all of the nice in me, I am equally volatile. I just control it and exercise it differently than most. End Tangent.

Team Goodness!

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