I carry a sense of rightness – or right-doing – with me walking through the world. It is an important thing to me, sadly, sometimes to the point of being debilitating. I currently find myself so mired by the stipulation of acting as the man I choose to be that I cannot function.
I don’t consider my perceptions to be wholly true, but the world is filled with people acting badly and being rewarded for the choice. It exhausts me.
I can only live so far on my warm fuzzy feeling…
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