Death & Duty

Lead me not into temptation - for I shall eat that apple - seeds, stem, worm, and all. Once all of the apples are devoured I will cut down that tree for heat and begins the search for the next fruit. So begins an era of debauchery that my college years will be put to shame.

I am thoroughly fed up with doing the right thing. Those who know me know that I will do the right thing, my duty, to the best of my ability without regard for the damage done. Or who is damaged.

Of course, this brings up the question, "Where does one draw the line?" The problem is: I don't know. I know I live my life trying to avoid hurting others whenever possible. I know this seems out of line with the last paragraph, but note that I did qualify the last sentence with a mention of possibility.

I get around the contradiction, for the most part, by surrounding myself with people who are unlikely to cross the bounds of what I feel is right. I've been wrong about people before, but they've all been excised from my life. Again, where possible. Sometimes we are not as in charge of our lives as we'd like to think we are.

If you disagree, pray that you never learn the reality. Not pretty. Now, I know there are folks railing. Some are saying, "Aren't you the one who's always talking about taking responsibility for your actions?". Well, yeah. I do believe that we are all responsible for our action. Regardless of the amount, or number, of inhibition lowering drugs in your system. I didn't say anything contradictory to this philosophy. We are absolutely responsible for all that we do and say, we just aren't in control of the results or the outside forces.

Duty hurts. Death would be better. It's not dying time, yet. There are things that need doing. Breathing, for instance. Taking over the world, maybe. Stuff to be done.

Duty crushes. Death would be easier. It's not my time, yet. Duty won't allow it.

So, as expected, I'll continue to do my duty. I'll just have some more depravity mixed in to make it more fun.