middle-class morality
Tuesday, September 11, 2007I've always admired people who are able to move on with their lives as if nothing ever happened. I'm actually one of those people… well, I used to. I was doing just great until middle-class morality screwed me up and introduced the concept of "having a conscience."
Funny thing is, I was never like this. Ask anyone who has known me for more than a year and they'll tell you outright that having regard for other's feelings - even a slight hint of it - has never been my strongest suit. Empathy, that I can manage. But actually "feeling" like any other creature that walked this earth was something that I was never accustomed to do.
Yes, I blame it on middle-class morality and George Bernard Shaw. I have always wanted to be Professor Higgins until I found my Eliza. I have never felt more vulnerable in my entire life that I would simply give in to anything or anyone. And having paved my way to self-destruction, all that is left to do is close my eyes and pray that I don't blow up.
Meticulous to the bone paying attention to the nitty-gritty details of anything (or anyone) that piques his interest. He's terribly O.C. when he feels like it and other times he just leaves the mess as it is.
