Ethics and Morality

Dear Friend,

There's something I've noticed quite a lot recently: how much people seem to cling to illusion of morality and ethics. With the exception of maybe a couple, almost everyone I know is on principle a generally well-grounded and level person. Of course, we all have our flaws and achilles heels; but what I mean is that we have at least half of our heart in our conscience. This is a good thing: being able to recognise right and wrong is something I think should not, and could not rightfully be criticised by anyone. You're probably one of these people, so you'll understand that it seems absolutely laughable the idea that anyone would do so.

Here's the problem: most of the people I know as well as being conscientious, are intelligent and compassionate. Not to sound like someone who hates stupid people or avoids them, but it just seems to be the way it worked out in the end. These in themselves are not bad things either, as you are likely to have noticed. The problem is in that itself.

The right thing to do; the wrong thing to do.
To help out a friend in need; to not help out a friend in need.
To tell an uncomfortable truth; to tell a comfortable lie.
To be kind to the less fortunate; to be selfish and ignore them.


The problem is that some of these people, once they recognise what's 'right' and what's 'wrong' seem to cling desperately to following them for self worth and approval. They may do and say things not because they want to, but because they feel they should. They might need to tell something potentially hurtful to someone, so they lie and twist the meaning (obvious to no one but themselves) for the satisfaction they have done both tell the truth (though they are the only ones that understand the real meaning) and avoid hurt. Perfect to them - they're still the moral and good person in their own eyes.

The problem is, they're actually deceitful. Hiding behind their elaborate words and spun webs of stories, they can see out and no one can see in. You might say things to a lover you feel you should say, because you care about them and feel if you don't it'd hurt them. You should. You do. But you don't want to.
You cheat. You feel you should tell them, but you don't want to.

You become stuck in a 'moral' whirlpool of 'selflessness' and being a 'good person'. No one is allowed to see you fall. To be 'moral' is it not sometimes better to listen to the devil on your shoulder rather than the angel? The devil's speaking through the angel's mouth anyway.


Jump to the point of all of this sleep deprived drivel.



The lines begin to blur between morality, and a contrived morality, which in its own right is completely immoral.


There's someone in your life. You care about them, and so you feel it's right to keep them there and have them there. The problem is, you don't want them there at all: they've hurt you, deceived you and made an utter fool out of you. They sugar coated everything; made you believe things you shouldn't have. But you wanted to, so you did.
They're your 'friend'. But in no way are they a friend - they've said and done things you would never have forgiven from someone else. You should cut them out, but you don't want to. So you do what you 'should' do anyway: false enthusiasm, false interest, false conversation, false McFriendship.

You care about them, so you keep them there. Because that's what you should do. Because it's so hard to break out of your illusion of being such a good person and telling them you in fact do care about them, but do not like them in the slightest - the care only spawns from past events and tempting nostalgia - and wish they'd leave your life forever. Some things can't be forgiven, no matter how good a person you are.



We're all human, and none of us are remotely perfect. So let's stop trying to be.




(I'm sorry if this makes no sense, but it makes sense to me. I'm quite tired)

In lieu of not being able to be bothered to complete a real blog entry.

Here's a quote from the book I'm currently reading. It's a grotesque metaphor; but I think in that sense its one of the most brutal and beautiful I've ever read...


"She's like this animal, cut open with all of its vital organs glistening and quivering, you know, like the liver and the large intestine. Such visuals, everything sort of dripping and pulsating. Anyway, she could wait for someone to sew her back up, but she knows no one will. She has to take the needle and thread and sew herself up"


"Gross," says Seth.


"Miss Rona says nothing is gross," Brandy says. "Miss Rona says the only way to find happiness is to risk being completely cut open."


The way I take it is that we're all this animal: we're all living in the wild, in this dog-eat-dog and brutal world where we can stay intact if we fight, and stay quiet and hide. But to find real happiness and liberty, we have to throw ourselves out into the middle of the meadow full of wolves from the hidden disguise of the shrubs without any needle and thread to sew ourselves back up.
Then, when and if we do, we always know our real friends - our real ones - will be waiting there for us with the sewing kit, Ben and Jerry's and hopefully some RomCom on DVD.


In this blog, I'd like to thank all of my friends who have ever sewn me back up. I couldn't have done it myself. I'm scared of needles anyway.


Lots of love to you all

Sean

xxx

What

Would you sacrifice for a friend in need?


Time?
Money?
Alcohol?
Cigarettes?
Love?


Or all of the above if you needed to to help them?


Would you? Would you really? I think I might. I pretty much have none of the bottom 4, but using the 1st, I think I could definitely make a difference. Here goes.

2010 Series of Blogs

Dear Friend (and you readers too, incidentally),

Blogging has been suspended pretty much until the following happens:

• My MacBook is delivered
• I get my voice back (you'll understand once I start blogging)

My blogs are boooooring in General, I doubt anyone reads them for any other reason than curiosity, and I don't intend to change that; however, whenever I post a blog, the blog has a background "music soundtrack" to me, so I've decided for each blog entry, I shall arrange a version of this song, and perform it for you all.

I know I can't sing well, or play guitar well, or play piano well or any of that; BUT it's not about the quality of the performance, it's about the tone I attribute to the blog and how I express that.

There's also going to be a photo of the day, a quote of the day, and a person of the week. 

Any other suggestions? (i ask that slightly rhetorically, because I doubt ANYONE will comment on it anyway)

xxx

Defeat ( A poem in lieu of not being able to be bothered to do Cleanliness Champions)

Put your money where your mouth is – a chip,

a bluff, a full house, a fold – and Play the Game

you wanted to play.

I’ll put my money where my mouth is and play

too – beginner’s luck, a full house, I’m all in.

I have a pack of cards: my aces and jokers and kings and

Jacks.

I’ll play all night with the damn things.

You know when it comes to that final stand,

There’s no way I can beat your hand.

I feel the agony of a familiar crush,

As I once again fail to play that flush;

Because you still have my Queen of Hearts.

Happy New Years Greetings!

Dear Friend,

Due to my sister getting drunk before Christmas and accidentally pouring irn bru all over my laptop, and my inability to use it now, and the combination of flu, food poisoning from a bad chinese and a chest infection over the past week, I have been unable to attend to this matter of New Yearing.

I have an absolutely MASSIVELY REFLECTIVE AND HISTORICAL ENTRY OF ALL THERE IS TO KNOW EVER, which I shall post once I get the time again to think it, because next week my family are purchasing me one of these:

YES YOU GOT IT. I FINALLY GET THE AWESOMENESS OF A MACBOOK WHICH I HAVE BEEN DESIRING SINCE MY MAC!Love left me a long time ago :(



In the meantime I shall give the following useful information:

• Coughs get worse due to bronchial constricton during the night 
• Being stranded from the internet, ill, and with no credit over the festive period is horrendous 
• After having been a smoker for a year, I can't run 15 minutes non stop on the treadmill like I used to :( 

And leave you with my resolutions:

1. Pass 1st Year of Medicine!! You NEED to do this!
2. Go back to the gym where you belong, and STAY there! Remember those things you used to have? Yes, muscles. Now go make them again.

I may add to these soon. But the way I see it, the fewer, the easier to achieve!

xxx