I Am Tired And Just Think It Would Be Neat If We Could All Not Be Blatantly Reckless With The Public Endangerment - Tumblr Posts

My moral line in the sand is not a dramatic one, I think. It is thin and a little scuffed around the edges, subtle unless you kick at it. But it doesn’t waver when you do.

Years ago, I read an article about the modern audacity of caring, about extending the basic consideration of doing no harm. It’s strange how these lacking negativities cycle back like orbits--or is it that they never left in the first place? Another anti-mask protest gathered by the park today. I close the blinds and wonder if the air will clear before the next one. 

I know I’m no pinnacle of morality. I’m a hypocrite with an edge of broken glass, and I don’t know how to forgive. And maybe that’s the core of it, really. My roommate snaps at me for being judgmental and I point the shards at her. I don’t lower my arm when it starts aching. I don’t pull open the blinds the next morning.

At sunset, someone I admire sits six feet away with a steaming mug between her sweater-paws. When her eyes sparkle, it’s only a reflection of the streetlamp. “Is it so wrong,” she asks me, “that I don’t think I can uphold such support to the people who continue to go to parties during all of this?” 

I think about unconditional positive regard. Then I shake my head. 

Later, I wonder if our lines in the sand are parallel.