I'm not sure when it hit me... It's a feeling I've struggled with my whole life.  I am a good person but sometimes I do bad things.  Bad in the moral sense... But what are morals?  Some kind of pre-conceived notion set up by a classless people looking for a little class?  We are all made of the same material.  We are all innately the same physically... Well, I'm missing a gall bladder and you might still have yours, but essentially, physically, we are the same. We are all going to live and we are all going to die someday.  Now, we can all debate until we are blue in the face about where we are going (if anywhere) after we die.  That part, I will never understand...

But what I do understand is this: if we spend our short amount of time on this planet as helpless, hopeless, and joyless souls, what the hell are we even doing here?  We have been labelled by look, by class, by action and by origin... We are already under the thumb of something that isn't even physical before we are ever born... I'm pretty tired of feeling like I have to live up to some set of standards just to fit in... I am always happiest when I realize that I don't have to do shit to be relaxed... When the situation I'm in and the people I am around just don't care who I am or what I do or what I've done... that's when I'm happy.  So, if I extrapolate just a bit, when I find myself caring what people think about me, I get this overwhelming sense now that it is time to move on and away from those people... I don't judge you (well, unless you hurt kids or animals or old people - don't fuck with the defenseless) so you have no right to pass judgement on me... Love me or hate me, but one thing is for sure... All you're ever going to get is just me.  This is what I have learned since we last blogged.  This is my life lesson #572 and I'm hoping that it is the last of the big ones...