As the quote above says, that unwritten law applies to most people. Civilised or not, people have the following concept deeply rooted into their minds: messing up = consequences.
In a way, it's what makes the world go round just as much as money. Consequences (or perks) of your actions, much more than common moral decides whether you're going to do something or not. But what do you do if something only affects you, and you only have yourself to blame?
Yesterday, i had the setup for the perfect day, I definitely had nothing to complain about (And honestly i usually don't, i just complain anyway). Sun was shining, I was going home from the park, and I only had plans to do a few time-consuming things before dozing off on the couch. I rushed home anyway, and once there I realise I have no keys. Alright then, doesn't matter. I go down to the pizzeria close by to wait for Melissa to come home. When I finally get home at around 19:30, I'm still in a really good mood. Until something happens: i hit my head in the kitchen (the classic "stand up while a cupboard is open above you"). Today, i can only describe it as when the wicked witch is melting in "The Wizard of Oz", my spirit just ran off as if my skin instantly became impermeable. As if a switch got turned in my head, i found myself distasting everything around me. And then i mean really hating everything. I couldn't bring myself to go back to my previous state of mind and in the end, not knowing what to do with the anger growing inside of me, i just went to bed at 20:00.
Looking back I really have no idea what happened. I clearly had an issue with something, but chose to solve it by going to sleep. If we go back to the quote, what makes us do what we do? And can we even explain why we do things at all? Of course we can in the first degree, but further than that: Why can i have a bad day on a good day and a good day on a bad day? Sometimes, everything turns to shit, and we fight threw without a scratch. But when things are a little too good, we just don't get any satisfaction from it. I don't mean to sound overly negative, it's just that I personally (and a few of my friends) always need to have something going on to be happy. Laying around doing close to nothing is nice for a few hours, but after a while we need to get something done, anything really. I guess the best thing anyone can give me is time. I'd probably take it over anything else.
So what is the consequence of being the way you are? Your opinion can change, but the core of who you are seldom changes. Do we learn from our mistakes? I usually find myself doing the same ones over and over again. Is it a sad or a happy fact that you always will find someone, somewhere who agrees with your actions whatever they are? After all, you can basically excuse any behaviour by saying "I'm only human". But in the end, are we, and isn't that what drives us towards inhumanity?
PS: It's Monday, and I'm still kinda pissed. No idea why, but I'll roll with it until it wears off.
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