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On Morality

I’ve lied, cheated and stolen. I’ve broken the laws of man and society. I’ve manipulated, twisted, and contorted the system to my own benefit.

I’m also a moral person.

No, stop laughing.


Let me explain.

Morals are the subjective principles of right and wrong to which each person chooses to adhere. For most people, these principles are structured around social mores, but they don’t have to be. And even when they are, they’re rarely black and white.

Most people consider it immoral to kill a human being. Many people also support the death penalty or abortion, or would not hesitate to take the life of someone who harmed their child. There is the oft-quoted discussion of whether or not stealing food to feed your starving family is immoral. What about the lie to a child about the Tooth Fairy, Santa Claus, or a deceased pet?

I’ve always been acutely aware of right and wrong. I’ve also always used semantics to walk that line between right and wrong. This means that when I cross that line, I know it. I may be able to justify it to myself, and to others at times, but I have never lost sight of that line, behind me, blurry in the distance. I don’t let the guilt weigh me down, and my demeanor may indicate otherwise, but the knowledge of my actions and the repercussions will be a burden that I will always bear.

When there have been difficult moral decisions in my life, I haven’t always been strong. Whether it was selfishness or simply the fact that I made emotional choices instead of smart ones, I’m not ashamed in the slightest to admit that I’ve done a veritable shitton of immoral things in my life. And I will continue to do so in the course of living a normal, active life.

I’m not perfect.

I’m not a paragon of virtue.

I’m not setting any examples on how to live your life.

I’m just a moral person who wrestles with making the choices in life that are right for me.

What I’m trying to say here is that I really do support gay rights, but I may love chicken sandwiches from Chick-fil-A more. And that’s an immoral choice that I’ll have to live with forever.

Thanks to Faiqa for the kernel of an idea.

27 thoughts on “On Morality”

  1. It has been easier for me to shun Chick Fil A since finding out about my Celiacs. 80% of their stuff is covered in breading and I no longer get to partake of it. I do miss the shakes though. I fully support my lovely sisters and brothers in both derby and Gay Rights! (but hey, that’s just me….)

  2. I know, right? Like when you have to choose between the precious sanctity of life or masturbating all over the Book of Psalms while wrapping the corpse of a freshly-strangled tranny hooker in roofing tar paper and setting it on fire. Man, I hate those tough choices. Stupid grey areas.

  3. Morality, schmorality.
    My FIL is one of the most sanctimonious, amoral people I know. Everyone has lines they will or will not cross, based on what’s going on in their life for that particular moment. One of the best things to live by is not to be a judgmental prick. It’s the main one I adhere to, best.
    Anyway, I’ve never been to Chik Fil A, and I could care less. 🙂

  4. I often try to live by “your dollar is your vote”, but in the case of Chick-Fil-A, I’m sorry, I just can’t take the moral high road. If only some LBGT organization would thieve their recipe away and sell their own chicken sandwiches.

  5. Ha! So serious and then the last paragraph made the metaphoric milk come out of my nose. I don’t have this dilemma with Chick A Fil but I do with Target. I’ve been secretly shopping there for the last several months so my gays don’t get offended. Last month there was some hope with Lady Gaga’s support, but that fell apart so I’m back to sneaking around again. I am a good person too, but I love Target!

  6. I find it morally reprehensible to consume animal flesh, but I get what you’re saying. If God didn’t want us eating the gays, he shouldn’t have made them so darn tasty.

  7. Oh Chick-fil-a, I’m a lesbian and I *still* can’t quit you. I don’t really give a shit how they feel about the gays; their chicken is still fucking delicious. I reconcile my feelings by going in and breathing my gay germs on everything while I’m ordering my food.

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