What is it about doing something you know you aren't supposed to do? What is it that makes it thrilling? And yet, at some point, you have to be able to say, this is the way this is going, how do I feel about that. If it doesn't bother you, does it make it a bad thing or do you become a sociopath?
Well, I'm not a sociopath, but I thoroughly enjoyed my delicious bad things I did last night. Nothing I did is illegal in any state, but I try to be the good one.
Sometimes, it is more fun to just run with being the bad one. Sometimes it is the wicked things we want to do with other people that makes life worth living. And sharing what we want to do makes life more freeing. And feeling scandalous.
You also reap what you sow, right? Bad things are going to come my way. I'll just have to ride it out.
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Infrequent musings from someone whose life is just a little more boring than yours
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