I was perusing through my unpublished entires and came across this anecdote probably from 3 years ago.
Not sure if it was real or not, but what caught my attention was this gem of truth:
She is glaring at me with all the moral self-righteousness that only a woman can muster up.
If I had a dollar for every time I’ve seen that trait in a woman, I’d have about $3,627.14!
Just kidding… but you know what I mean.
I’m no angel, I’ll be first to admit that; but if there’s one thing I’m proud of, is that I do not put on a facade making people think otherwise. I put my morals (or lack of them, depending on how people interpret it) right in the table the first time out. And despite the different consequences these “values” of mine garner from different people, I’m pretty sure none of them can call me out on not being a genuine person (and by “genuine” it could be “genuinely good,” or bad).
Whether one interprets as me being good or bad, it still always was, and always will be [the “true”] ME. It was never a me-during-sundays, or a me-when-in-the-company-of-group-x, a me-in-the-family, or even a me-with-my-girlfriend.
I was never morally self-righteous simply because I admit my shortcomings when it comes to that area. And I dare not have the arrogance to invoke such things knowing I have no right to do so. Ironically though, I usually find myself capable of being a far kinder person those who are [morally self-righteous]… provided of course they deserve such treatment 😉
Anyways, enough chitchat; here’s the cool story.