Monday, 7 October 2002

i’ve never been what some­one might call a trou­ble­maker. mis­chievi­ous yes, but i’m not a bad boy. in my grade school days, the very first time i got in trou­ble it was for cu­rios­ity not evil. i don’t even re­mem­ber what i did, but i told my mother that i ‘just wanted to see what [be­ing bad] was like.’ this still holds true to­day for me some­what, i’m still mis­chievi­ous, which at the age of 21 is now looked down upon, but i don’t care. i’m over the whole do­ing bad stuff be­cause i won­der what it is like stage and i have moved to the i do ‘bad’ things be­cause ‘i want to’ stage. and i al­ways ac­cept the con­se­quences. granted, the ‘bad’ things i do aren’t aw­ful like steal­ing or eat­ing pup­pies or forc­ing peo­ple to lis­ten to Linkin Park. Instead, i play 100% harm­less pranks that for some rea­son al­ways alarm the au­thor­ity fig­ures more than say, al­co­hol poi­soned fresh­men. How toss­ing a 5 day old black­ened ba­nana from a 4th story win­dow in the gen­eral di­rec­tion of some­one you know (but never hit­ting them) is dan­ger­ous and fool­ish, i can­not un­der­stand. Nor can I un­der­stand how a rogue, vul­gar sec­tion newslet­ter can un­der­mine sec­tion unity (in fact it pro­motes it). Perhaps the de­f­i­n­i­tion of wrong is too broad. what i do isn’t wrong, its taste­less. but be­ing taste­less has never been a crime has it?