Why is it the two times I actually decide to do something moral I regret it SO much. No regrets I tell myself, just do the thing I tell myself. And then I get the opportunity, perfect opportunity, offered up to me on a platter. I could do the thing, I could have it. TWICE. TWICE I could have had what I wanted and honestly I don’t think anything bad would have come from either of those times if I took the chance. But I didn’t take the chances, I took the moral route. And the first one I still think about to this day. And the second one is just DRAGGING on me.
I should have taken it I should have taken it. I’m chaotic neutral for a reason! To heck with this morality stuff I do what I want, I dig my OWN holes and sit in them!
I always regret what I didn’t do.
What would the taste of twice victorious have been?
Like softness and salt and blue camel cigarettes?
Is the “moral” road really in my best interest?
