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Overdeveloped Moral Compass

February 3rd, 2010 · 7 Comments

When I was kid I stood up for a little neighbor girl when a boy called her racial slurs and told her to go back to her own country. I was only ten years old but I knew that was wrong. She has just as much of a right to be here as the stupid little racist brat. When I told him to pick on someone else he punched me in the eye.

Right now I’m feeling like ten year old me. I wish that I didn’t get so incensed when I see injustice. Why aren’t the people around me upset when they witness felonies within our own family? Everyone says crap like, “No harm no foul.” Well, I say fuck that! A felony is a felony.

Life would be a lot easier if I cared a little less. But then I guess I wouldn’t be me. So I’m just sitting here, taking deep breaths, getting ready to be around my family tomorrow and not lose my shit.

Categories:Anxiety, Assholes, death, my dysfunctional family is better than yours
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