"Between two evils, I always pick the one I never tried before."~~Mae West~~
This reads like a motivational poster for the wicked and amoral. But it also reads as an instructional booklet.
I tend to, ah, buck up against my boundaries. I'm convinced it was because I was such a good child. *grins*
I did what I was told. I made good grades. I was a nice person.
And yet...shit still happened.
Bullying, of course. Various forms of abuse. Bad thoughts. Stress. Depression.
But then I grew up. And I made decisions on my own for myself and for my children when they arrived. I've endeavored to show them how to be good people and help others. Guess what?
Shit STILL happened.
The fucking nerve.
So now that I'm older and a bit wiser, I've come to the conclusion that most evil is relative. I'm not talking about the hardcore shit violating the ten commandments and whatnot. That's a hard line for me.
I'm more talking about eating at the Cheesecake Factory when you're on a diet and not getting cheesecake. It seems painfully obvious to me that sometimes you DO need to pick the evil you've never tried before.
How else will you have new experiences and form new thoughts? How will you come to appreciate the good for itself if you only choose it and have no comparison? And, gasp, what if you LIKE the evil you've never tried before???
What would happen?
I think smiting is out. That seems to be old school. People may look down on you. Then again, people will look down on you if you're not wearing the right clothes. Fuck them, basically.
What is the absolute WORST thing that could happen? THE WORST???
You regret your decision? The person, food, clothing, or sport is not your cup of tea?
Look at you. Adulting and stuff.
If no one, including you, is being hurt, then please explain to me the harm in your choice. Would your mother lose her mind if she knew? Maybe. Would your father be incredibly disappointed? Maybe.
But they have their own skin. Own thoughts. Own choices. Own life.
This is YOUR life. Let me repeat: YOUR. LIFE.
You have the right to make good choices and bad choices. You have the right to royally fuck up and then turn around and make the best decision you've ever made. You have the right. Period.
Those two "evils"? You own those bitches.
Embrace your life.
And for God's sake...eat the damn cheesecake.