Reflection: What is Your Moral Point of View Now?

This is from my Values reflection paper, which counts as my “final exam” grade. I was spinning bullshit and it turned into this. I probably need to get to sleep soon.

I still believe that a web of positivity connects us all. My new view is a little more complex than just a definition of our morality through our daily interactions. Our circumstances are relative, but our humanity is one thing. As human beings we are expected to do certain things and expected to not do certain things, not only for others, but for ourselves. I spent 10 minutes at Kroger yesterday watching shoppers put pocket change into the Salvation Army bucket. Yes, it helps the needy, but right after the annoying bell-ringer says “thank you,” every single person smiled and had a little “pep in their step” as my grandmother would call it. One little girl, clad in a puffy white jacket that made her look like the Michelin Man more than a toddler, asked her mom for a quarter and instead of waddling over to the gumball machine, went straight over to the woman with the bell and handed her the quarter. Adorable, sure, but that little girl was really fucking cute. Like, I don’t really want kids, but holy shit, if anything could possibly make me want to be injected with whatever fertility drugs Kate plus 8 got in her uterus, it’d be that. Even if you were Stalin, about to commit genocide against your own people, if you saw that, you’d be like “d’awwwww,” stick your thumb in your mouth, put on your footie pajamas, grab your teddy bear and ask your mother to read you Goodnight Moon. That’s how fucking cute it was.

Author’s Note: This is staying in the paper.

The Good, the Bad, and the Nights I Forgot About

I like
every night that
I say the next day
was a “bad night.”

Because the “bad nights”
are always the best nights.
I always feel like I’m lying
through my teeth

the next morning
when I say I fucked up.
We both know I didn’t.

An Age of Super.

We live in an age of super.

Superman.
Superwoman.
Superfriends.
SuperCuts.
Super deals.
Super savings.
Supersize.
Superheroes.
Superfood.
Super-deluxe.
Super gas.
Super 8.
Super Mario.
Super lotto.
Superintendent.
Super Soaker.
Super glue.
Super collider.
Super conductor.
Super highway.
Super Bowl.
My Super Sweet 16.
Super fresh.
Supermarket.
Super Tuesday.
Super genius.
Super-sensitive.
Supersonic.
Super K-Mart.
Superstar.
Superhuman.
Super simple.
Supernova.
Supernatural.
Super spy.
Superstition.
Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious.

Of course, all of this is completely superfluous and superficial.

What a dog is thinking when you yell at it.

I sat there, a little confused, the eiderdown feathers tickling the inside of my mouth. “Bad dog!” she yelled, shaking her finger at my nose. She must have had a cheeseburger for lunch. I can smell it on her hands. Oh, I love cheeseburgers. I wish I had a cheeseburger right now instead of these feathers. They don’t taste too good and frankly, I’m not sure why I decided to chew on the down comforter in the first place. I don’t remember things too well. I mean, after all, I’m just a dog. Maybe I thought it was a marshmallow. Maybe I thought it was another big piece of toast with marshmallow fluff on the top like Billy’s lunch I ate yesterday. Yesterday? Maybe it was two days ago. Boy, was he pissed about that. He took me to the park later, though, so I’m assuming we’re good. Oh, I really really really want to go to the park again. I love running around. “BAD DOG. DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?” No, lady, I’m just sitting here because I can’t walk through you. Jeez. Let me out of this room, I’m thirsty. Ooh…there’s a squirrel outside. That’s the same squirrel from yesterday! HEY! HEY SQUIRREL! ONE OF THESE DAYS, I’M GOING TO GET YOU. KEEP COMING IN MY YARD. YOU JUST KEEP DOING THAT AND SEE HOW LONG YOU LAST.