Morals
Alright, I have a moral construct that most fail to understand. This moral construct of mine, is a pure result of my grandmother, PhD. Patricia E. Mazzarella. This woman in all cases is Satan. Why you might ask? well, she loves her self and thinks because of her PhD from Georgetown, she has a right to fuck with peoples heads. Well, in all actuality I really do enjoy spending time with her. The thing is I hate her because, she could literally get anyone wrapped around her finger in a madder of a conversation. She’s relentless. But, i really do love her. My family knows her so well now that, we can resist. It’s like the dark side of the force, so difficult to resist. But being an amazing ninja as I am and being such a bad ass Jedi I can resist the dark-side as best I can.
Anyway, this also consists of my personal moral construct. It works like so; The constitution was not written when I was there, neither was I there when the laws were put into place. I do not have to follow these, I wasn’t there when they made them, they did not consult me. On top of which, I didn’t choose to live in this land (not saying it’s a bad thing) but, I was not allowed to flee before birth. Now that took care of the law so, now I tell you my morals right?… not so much, it’s far to complicated for a greater majority, and well frankly I believe in majority. But, I’ll break it down in simplest terms, I have a set of morals that may play out side of the law, but inside those large morals I can do anything, provided they don’t exit the morals.
Alright that was a small taste of what goes through my head on a daily basis. See the problem is my grandmother did something similar to this but it was more American, it was more “I’m always right, because I say so.” you can’t win so eventually you develop a set of morals that completely mind SCREW that and say what you want when you want. granite like I said earlier she is a genius. But, to live in the same world I do you begin to not care, so this is when you make a moral construct.
See it all trickles down to my grandmother. why i have problems, my grandmother, why I typically believe what i believe because something my grand mother did, why I loath alot of things and stupid people, my grandmother. So for all the people who hate me out there really you hate what my grandmother turned me into not me as a person.
”ignorance is bliss, be your self it’s all you’ve got.”
