Morality?

I posit a question? What is morality? Not so much what is it, but what makes one morally just or evil? Hitler was evil, right? That point can belabored forever, however when we talk about figures in history, or in the media, we are quick to judge them by our own moral standards. To describe these persons some use phrases such as 'that man or woman has small character'. I use the word scumbag. Scumbag has become a positive way to describe myself, however. Am I proud of being a scumbag? On my birthday I got a call from a colleague. He wished a happy birthday to me and chose to celebrate the twenty third anniversary of the biggest scumbag alive being born. I took this as a compliment.

Does this morality prevent us from doing what really feels good. Morality is a spatial-temporal phenomenon. It is specific to the space that is created. In the end it seems as if old testament morality has spread to most of the human species. Moral constraint is a fine word in my opinion. Persons such as myself gain great pleasure in loosening or in some cases breaking these constraints. Though most of society ultimately looks down on these actions, on a personal level they are most enjoyable.

I struggle with this question as a result of recent events that have even plagued the immortal Shitface McStevens. If something feels so right, if it makes so much sense, why deny it? Is it enough to deny yourself happiness, just because it's wrong by other peoples standards, and society as a whole? The circles you run in dictate your concepts of loyalty and friendship.

I am not a rule breaker. I don't like asking people for directions, nor do I purposely disrespect people most of time. If I don't know you, I'll probably listen to you for a while even if I hate you. For years I have done what teachers, professors, colleagues, and others have told me. Though I may feel anguish about it, I'll carry on and do it. When it comes to situations in which there seems to be no real consequences for my actions, let's say in the domain of Binghamton, or shitting on my friend Brian and his girlfriend, I can transform into this rule breaker who intends on doing things that would make the biggest scumbags cringe.

The scary situation is the one in which you do not consciously break the rule, but in a way you confidently saunter through it like you are a ghost caring little for who you hurt. Love or a perceived sense of worth or happiness can lead us in some strange directions. In a matter of hours, days, or weeks, priorities can change. The multiple identities we all have are constantly in conflict. The most clever have either learned to balance them with cunning (gizer), or chose to completely ignore them. Unfortunately, some situations even unnerve the most relaxed among us. I want to be here. I was for a while, but like most strong feelings that I have had, I eventually master and conquer them. War metaphors and emotions usually don't mix well, but my case they have to.