People often ask me, do I regret stealing my best friend's man? And to put it simply, no. I had a lot more to gain than she had to loose. I dont regret it. In fact, I would do it again. Best decision of my life. It was single-handedly the highest point in my life. I doubt I shall encounter such a thrilling experience ever again. All people since then fall short in comparison, all connections feel superfluous. Granted, he is one of the worst humans I have ever encountered, he did make me feel the best. Honestly I've met better humans, who have made me feel the absolute worst. Which begs the question, do we consider righteousness superior, or superiority righteous? Yes, he didn't respect me, or even love me. He lied, he cheated, he manipulated but he made me the happiest I have ever been. So just because he loved me like I wanted him to, he is forever bound to my heart. I would die for that man, I would kill for that man. I even loved him enough to grow up and let him go. I feel like we reached the end point; we endured the good and the bad, we fought, we forgave, we loved, we hated, and through all that I never left him. And when it came down to it, I was bound by the rules of society and I couldn't end up with him. But because this was the peak of my romantic life, I will defend him and honour him forevermore. So to me, superiority is righteous. Because he made me feel so good I will do whats right by guarding him. he needed me to leave so I left. if he ever needs me again, I'll be here. right where you left me.
Now coming to the other side of the argument, I have met better people. Honest people, caring people, trustworthy people, loving people. Good people of society. However, the only thing they manage to make me feel is excluded, alienated, irrelevant, invisible, and just downright like trash. Everyday I wake up and interact with "better" humans only to feel drained and empty by the end of it. They always promise this wave of success and happiness and horizons with rainbows decked out with pots of gold which Never Ever Seems To Arrive. If you're such nice wonderful people, why do you make me feel like shit? why do you make me question my authentic self? Why do I have to shrivel myself up and suffocate in order to just exist in the same space as you? I hate it I hate it I hate it. They preach living a simple lifestyle, with no worldly pleasures and boxing oneself into beliefs concocted to see who can out-righteous the other. What do they gain by depriving themselves of happiness? or wonder? And why should I be expected to like these people. who let fear govern their lives? who believe that if they live and pray by the rules, they will be safe and content. To me, these righteous people are not superior to the man who made me feel superior. So I rest my case. Morality is a social construct which plays into the façade of equality and happiness. True happiness comes from pursuits independent of external perception. You need to give yourself the permission to be happy, regardless of what others think, to experience true pleasure that god meant for you to experience when he gave you this gift of life.
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