Who gets to say whether it is right or wrong, the weather is often called wrong. Who is right and who is wrong, sure, we know how to use each word [ weather and whether] but not always in its proper content and we don’t call it wrong, we except weather whether we use it wrong.
how can something be wrong when it feels so right, like right now, i feel i am right in believing people who call me wrong all the time are special or something there like that. Lord forgive me but i didn’t feel wrong when i grabbed that ill body coming at me and throwing it as hard as i could off to the side where they fell and got hurt, it felt perfectly right. my only regret was i should not of tossed them in front of me as they did catch me after all. That was indeed the wrong thing to do. Now the right thing to do was to get the person behind me, preferably on the floor, this giving me more of a head start enabling me to get out of the house. But you know how it is . . .They say it was indeed wrong of me to even put my hands on the person in the first place, i should have waited until they touched, me, first [ death city or what ], so i threw the sick-o on the floor before he raped me and became the bad guy.
No you are wrong focus
Did i get away . . .Yes i got away . . .There happened to be a big man standing in the pantry eating beans out of a pot, phew. I went in behind him, this man saved my life. Saved by the bean eater. But was that right ? Was it right for this man to be standing eating while someone is getting attacked ? I am going to have to see the bean eater’s side of the facts. he very well may have had all the rights to at least eat first, after all we all need our strength if we have to engage in physical combat for more than a couple of minutes.
And what about the rights of the attacker [ i figure he lost all rights when he attacked ], but no indeed, turns out the attacker had plenty of rights. And the attacker felt the same way, right. But how is that wrong when they feel so right. In their mind it was right to attack me and wrong for the bean eater to get involved. [ Right, somebody would be dead, it were not for the bean man ], and i wouldn’t necessarily say me. . .
I also know it was right to put the knife back down, after picking it up, giving carefull thought, as to what might happen, if i use it. [ None of it was pretty, i can tell you that ], i felt right to confront the person head on, no weapon, just me my beliefs. Right or wrong.
man this might sound sill but i had two good reasons for not using the knife. Oh wait a minute . . .Three.
1. I had my big sisters cloths on she would kill me if i got blood on her velvet pants
2. What if imiss they will hurt me really bad
If i get blood on her pants she will kill me
3. It was a butter knife it didn’t even have ridges
it is only right to tell you i ran out of time put the knife down seconds later i bounced a body off my body and ran. Past them mind you, by time i reached where they fell they were getting up . . .It only put the sock-o three or four feet behind me allowing him to grab me, pulling me into him and they humped on my bottom until i caught glimpse at bean boy. lucky me. But not the end.
Where does right and wrong come in when the police could not even contain this person and it took my mother by herself to hog tie the thing and put it in the closet until the proper authorities came for it. Was my mother wrong in leaving this attacker to wait uncomfortably in a dark space until more police could handle the situation. Indeed my mother was right, god bless her, for being mine. But you know how it is . . .According to some my mother was wrong, and had no rights, to even touch the person, as they did not touch her nor did they have any intentions to do so.
Just because a lot of people do things one way does not make it right, it makes it different. There really is no right and wrong it is how it is done. Your way or mine. Sure there are right ways and wrong ways . . .but who makes them that way.
The only way out get there if you can
