She thought for a moment and said it was better to think and do nice things.
I think about that occasionally, because I think the same thing now that I thought then.
I'm fucked.
A Letter to My Rapist
3 years ago
Tuesday, June 2, 2009
Quandary
When I was a kid, I asked my mother if it was better to be the kind of person who thought nice things and did good things or the kind who thought bad things, but usually did good things in spite of that.
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The quandary would be what is “nice” and what is “bad”? Who defines this? Does it hurt other people – then that is usually bad. Our inner id cannot be controlled, only offset by rationality. To think bad, but then reason good is human. To only think good is fantasy and intellectual vapidity.
Well, I'm pretty sure I was 5 or 6 when I asked her that question, so I think my concepts of what was good and bad were all that advanced.
I was, more or less, asking if it was okay if I really wanted to punch my sister, but didn't.
I think she was, more or less, saying that it was probably better if I didn't want to punch her in the first place.
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