Judgement + Vocab

3 Feb

When I was growing up in Dayton, I was never one (of the many) who thought Dayton was insipid and longed to leave as soon as possible.

I love all the opportunities I was able to take advantage of because I grew up in a small, “bland” town.

I’m really happy I got to grow up in a stale town where I was shielded from the troubles of a big city.

I like that I forged lifelong friendships with the kids I went to our vapid school with for 16 years, and I like surrounding myself with them (on Facebook).

It’s not like I don’t have ethics and morals–as a matter of fact mine are more upstanding than most, so I wish Dayton wouldabate their judgment and save it more people who deserve their wrath.

My current behavior is not too aberrant from the values I grew up with.

Sure, Dayton might have been dull, but it’s not like Missouri was “party-town” or anything like that–I wasn’t negatively influenced there.

I would like to amass support from my hometown rather than judgement.

Mary’s “lifestyle” is anomalous from what the Dayton community is used to or expects, so she hides herself.

Faces ashen with horror and disbelief, the judgmental continue to make everyone else feel bad, while they themselves aren’t free from sin.

This mind-set in exactly why Mary had blanched her public image to such an extent.

I should hardly become a castaway because I have partaken in alcohol (or even gotten drunk) in my life–I am of age and haven’t harmed anyone else because of it.

It’s the most cherubic people that don’t judge others–because everyone sins.

People are commended when they are exactly the same as everybody else.

Upstanding morals are preferable, but they become deleterious when ethics are on the verge of narrow-mindedness.

Sure there are tons of people who could use a good admonishment–save your (narrow-minded) opinions for the derelictsand convicts.

Just because something is divergent from what you do, doesn’t make it sinister or wrong.

I gave up on trying to flatter everyone by being superbly behaved–you just can’t please everyone.

In school, I garnered a lot of negative attention for being the outspoken, unruly one–then in college I was seen as prudish and naive.

It’s a gradation:  There are normal offenses everyone commits at one time or another, such as getting drunk or pocketing a $20 you find on the street, then there are large crimes that come with a felony or serious injury to another.

When I was younger, I eventually learned a person cannot be heavenly all the time or to everyone.

As a child and teenager, I attempted to ingratiate myself to the community by trying to live up to their impossible standards.

Facebook can be inimical when you have a mix of intimate friends, coworkers, and your entire small hometown on your friend’s list.

Don’t get my wrong, I hardly laud shit-heads who break the rules, have no boundaries, and do all sorts of harm–I just think no one can demand perfection.

Without different viewpoints and ways of living, life would be quite banal and pallid.

I hate when ultraconservatives make me feel like a pariah for doing normal things that everyone has done–especially if those people are from my home-town of Dayton.

If Dayton would only relent and admit everyone makes mistakes (or just lives) they would be a lot happier.

I can guarantee that those same people criticizing me have not lived an entirely seraphic life.

Part of Mary’s problem was that she felt she had to subside her entire being, curb her whole personality when she was in public, and this created a substantial dichotomy.

Despite being voted “biggest kiss up” in high school (a complete embarrassment) I have never been one to ingratiatemyself to others.  I figure I can only be myself and flattering people that don’t even matter is a huge waste of my time and energy.  I can be polite and as an only-child I get along well with adults (and always have) but I don’t do it to curry favor.

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