Subjective Morality

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When I was about 6, my parents took me and my sister to Disney World in Los Angeles. I have my back turned to the camera because I thought that being in a jail of any sort made me a bad person, therefore I should not be photographed in a jail, but my mother thought it’d be a good photo and basically forced me to pose for it. I threw a huge fit over the whole thing. Ah, the logic of a child.

When I was younger and actually had fun, I had the misfortune of being a little stupid. My father was helping my neighbor replace his fence and one of the old fence-posts was still on the ground. I liked to pretend I was a samurai warrior back then and I swung brooms around my head and pretended I was killing people. One day, I was feeling particularly energetic and jumped up and down on top of this fence post while swinging said broom over my head. On the third or fourth jump, I felt this excruciating pain In my foot.

Yes, I had jumped right on a protruding nail and it had went right through my foot. It didn’t hurt much after the initial shock. Just this dull pain down there. My naïve child instincts told me to go inside and put a Band-Aid on it, and Band-Aid it I did. I didn’t want my parents to know what I’d done and I really needed to rest, but unfortunately they wanted to go to CompUSA, so they dragged me along, limping. I tried to hide my limp but it hurt too much to walk without it. My eagle-eyed mother of course noticed and asked me about it, at which point I decided it was time to tell them. They gave me this spiel about not being stupid and all. They took me to the doctor the next day and I was fine afterward.

When I was in third grade, I didn’t know what the word “gay” meant until some helpful classmates of mine decided to call me so while we were gathered in the bathroom. I, not knowing what it meant, asked, “What does that mean?”