Termyn8or -> Morals without external influence (12/6/2006 12:14:05 AM)
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Tell the young, dirty deeds never get undone. I am way past my bedtime, but so what. I don't know how to put this, but I think it is important. We all fuck up. I have done things for which I should not yet even be eligible for parole. I am 46. I was nuts. I had a little talk with a juvenile delinquent, smacked him around a bit because he hit his Mother in the breast. It was not pleasant for him to say the least. At 17 he started crying and ran away. Among my last words were "If you are a man, walk out the door", and he did. I did not hurt the kid in any way, but nonetheless he showed up about ten minutes later accompanied by two police cars. I had my little plan. I figured if they arrested me I would tell him, wearing handcuffs (and not for fun) that if he ever hit his Mother again I would put him in the hospital, and he would have reminders for the rest of his life. I explained to him already how to do certain things, when I talked to him about a year ago. He cried when I tried to teach him how to slap box. Now don't give me this abuse shit, this fucker is 250 lbs. and as tall as me. He hits a Woman who gave him life and is now supporting his dead ass. Lazy shiftless and stupid. Well he knew to keep his mouth shut. He didn't say a word to the cops. He doesn't even know my last name and there were eight witnesses on my side. This is fear, that is intimidation. It is evil and bad, but it is what he did to his own Mother. All that is not really the subject of this post, strangely is is something I told the boy some months prior. There is a time in your life when young that you are seemingly immortal. I mean it, I didn't just get almost ran over by one car, we are talking four. The brakes worked and that is why I am here to tell about it, and it is that kind of luck that made me get wilder. I bought my way out of trouble numerous times and I simply didn't care. I wasn't completely self aware, but the MOST important thing is this, the reason I try to be good now. Regret. I live with a certain amount of guilt, and it was not instilled by Mom, I seem to have picked it up on my own. And I can now report that it NEVER goes away. NEVER. Period. Show this to your young ones. I have been stupid. Alcohol is involved, back then I got drunk and committed crimes, not a whole lot but a few. Now I can't sleep without drinking. Do you hear me ? Do you understand. The history of your life stands forever, there is no eraser. You can have your record expunged, you can even go to a hacker and get your record changed, I know someone who did that. But the truth is still the truth. When you really grow up this guilt hits you. When you gain a cohesion to society and really don't want to hurt anyone, and you are careful about it, like not driving drunk etc. When you finally do take responsibility for yourself, that is about the time it will come to youi that you are not an island and the world does not revolve around you. Boys and girls, the downside here is that you are resposible for all of your actions, but you can do whatever you want. All the reckless behaviour of the past is gone now, but what of the results. If you ever kill or maim anyone, that becomes harder and harder to live with as you mature. Because of my misdeeds in the past, I might eventually do myself in. I have hurt people I loved, and they are dead now. What the hell do I do? You think about that for yourself. It is important and it is important now, before shit happens. Shit you can not undo. Life is a one way street. A public service announcement by someone who has been up for over 50 hours. Nitey nite. BTW, I mean every word of that, if you can't undo it, do not do it. T
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