This one is probably going to be all over the place because my brain feels like a scrambled mess, lately. The stress I experience and the pain my body has to deal with on a daily basis is beyond staggering and borders on intolerable.
Let’s start out discussing ethics:
1)*a system of moral principles
2)*the rules of conduct recognized in respect to a particular class of human action or a particular group, culture, etc
3)*moral principles of an individual
4)*that branch of philosophy dealing with values relating to human conduct, with respect to the rightness or wrongness of a certain actions and to the goodness and badness of the motives and ends of such actions
The first one is pretty vague, isn’t it? A system of moral principles? Who’s principles? Where did these principles come from? Maybe they’re not my principles. The third one is pretty interesting. Individual morals? My morals stop me from punching you in the face when you say something stupid. That might not be the case with someone else. They’re individual. Thus individual morals. ￼
I like the fourth one. A branch of philosophy dealing with values relating to human conduct. Philosophy. That’s the concept of looking at things from different ways and debating them and talking about them and discussing them, yet never coming to a conclusion. Perspective (one of my favorite words). We’ve been philosophizing about morals since the dawn of time, and we probably will continue to do so until the end of time.￼￼
But, it’s the second one I really want to talk about, here. “rules of conduct RECOGNIZED in respect to a PARTICULAR class of human action or a PARTICULAR GROUP, CULTURE, ETC.” This is the definition more commonly referred to as religious morals.
Now, I have many friends and family members who are good, decent, understanding and respectful people who just happen to be Christian. (I try very hard not to hold that against them.) But, there are many people out there, beating their fist against the Bible, telling everyone they HAVE to follow their rules, and they HAVE to live according to Gods will, and telling certain people they don’t have the right to exist or be treated equally and inserting their people in the courts to try and erase MY existence.
I DON’T RECOGNIZE YOUR STUPID MORAL IGNORANCE OR RESPECT THE INSTITUTION FROM WHICH IT CAME.
Some of you are going to claim that America is a nation founded on Christianity. In my humble opinion, you would be incorrect. The United States is not now, nor has it ever been a Christian nation. **Jesus Christ and Christianity are not mentioned once in the U.S Constitution. This was most likely on purpose. Religious FREEDOM was very important both fundamentally and systemically to the men who fought for and founded our nation.
Our Founding Fathers saw how the **Christian leaders of Europe used Christianity to take advantage of￼ the individual freedoms of the citizens.
Religious freedom is your right to believe whatever you want. Religious persecution is trying to shove those beliefs down other people throats.
I have no use for your religious belief system. Please keep it to yourself.
But, I digress. We were talking ethics, not religion. Oops.
Let’s talk about work ethic. I’m pretty sure this is why I lost my last job(and may cause me to lose my current one). You see, I believe that if you accept a job with a company, you should show up every day and perform your assigned duties to the best of your ability. I see people (mostly from the younger generations) who are constantly not doing their jobs. I see people standing around talking, leaving early and returning late from breaks, getting on their phones texting and such and several other things. ￼
At my last job, I saw severe and deliberate violations of safety codes. People would kick back at a desk with their feet up on it and play on their phone. They would buy lunch, punch back in, then eat said lunch at their desk, on the clock, while doing no work whatsoever.
I hear twenty somethings complain they don’t feel good. One day I was working down in the Keys, having to work while feeling like total shit. I had to prime a hull that day. It had to be done. I was in the middle of one side when I jumped down from the scaffolding, went over to the canal, and vomited into the canal. When I was done I rinsed out my mouth hopped back up onto the scaffolding and continued priming the boat.￼ My boss was there talking to the owner of the marina and he asked me why I didn’t go home. I told him that the hull had to be primed today or it wouldn’t be ready for when the customer needed it. He went on and again told me I should go home and that I shouldn’t be working. My answer to him was simple; why?
I’m not saying people should go to work sick. Especially in a world filled with all this stupid Covid nonsense. What I am saying, however, is that if you go to work, don’t make excuses to not do your job. If you can’t do your job, you shouldn’t be there.￼￼
There is this person at my current job who moves about as slow as a snail. Says he has a bad knee. OK. That’s kind of legit. But let me see if I can figure this one out. I’ve got a bad knee. I’ve had it since I was six. Third-degree burn and pretty torn up and multiple stitches from a motorcycle accident, got staff infection in it that almost turned gangrene, and spent several weeks in the hospital and an entire summer recovering from￼ it. When you get a bad knee, what do you do? Baby it’s so bad that you end up messing up the other knee. And your hips. And your lower back.
So, I’ve got two bad knees, a bad hip, a bad back, sciatica, Crohn’s disease, Hashimoto’s disease,(both of which are autoimmune diseases and suck all your life force out of you) I’m very prone to kidney stones and my left kidney has actually shut down twice and had me in the hospital, and, on top of all that, I’ve got two, that’s two, not one, types of cancer. (Don’t ask me what kind because I’m not saying) Does that mean I don’t have to work hard.￼￼ ￼ Does that mean all I have to do is show up at work and I can get a paycheck. I don’t have to do anything, right?￼
I know there are some young people out there who have a good work ethic and a good moral compass. I know several of them. But, it’s hard to have faith in a generation that feels that they were born deserving something that they’ve never earned. Most especially, respect.￼￼￼
On another note, (hey, I told you this was gonna be all over the place) I’d like to talk to you about another subject that is very close to me, and means more than anybody could ever know; Suicide.￼￼
Back in early April, I actually sat on the edge of my bed with my gun in my hand, and seriously thought about ending it all for the first time in almost 35 years. Sat there with tears in my eyes, rolling off my face onto the floor. I couldn’t think of one reason not to. Then I thought of my kids and my grandkids and I knew I couldn’t do that to them. I cried for hours. We never know what will trigger us. Turns out I had a hormone imbalance that was easily corrected.
I was at an event once and one of the activities that was on the schedule was titled “Survivors of Suicide”. I thought to myself, what an interesting thing. It might be interesting to be in a room (or in this case a tent) full of people who had been on the brink of ending it all like I had. I thought it would be interesting to talk to some of these people and see what was going on in their heads, now. Now that they had failed.￼￼￼
Imagine my surprise when I found out that it wasn’t about people who had tried to commit suicide and failed, it was about family members and friends who lost somebody to suicide. I expressed that I felt that the title of the gathering was misleading and that I had thought it was about people who had tried to commit suicide. I was then informed, by a very loud and extremely rude woman, that I was not allowed to use the term “commit suicide”, because it implied that the person was committing a crime.￼￼￼￼ I mean, they kind of are. Taking a life, even your own, still is a crime in this country, isn’t it?￼￼ She argued with me for quite some time. But, I finally shut her up. My argument was something along the lines of the following:￼￼
Leave it to people like you. People who have never been on the brink of trying to end it all to tell those of us that have what we can and cannot say about it. Leave it to a pompous arrogant bitch like you to think you have the right to tell me what I can or can not call an affliction I once had. Trust me, anyone who is willing to go to the lengths of actually killing themselves is quite committed. They’re committed to end it at all. They’re committed to ending the suffering. They’re committed to making all the pain go away. So, until you put a gun to your head, hold the pills in your hand, put the razor to your wrist, have driven your car as fast as you could at a ravine, put a noose around your neck, walked up to the edge of a bridge or the roof of a tall building with the only intention of jumping off, stood on the edge of the train tracks, stood ready to step in front of a moving tractor trailer truck, or any of the many other ways to commit suicide, don’t you dare tell me what I can and cannot say about suicide.￼￼￼￼ If you’ve never woken up in the morning and had to talk yourself out of killing you self, you should probably just shut the f#%k up. You’re like all these people who have lost somebody to drugs saying that it’s a disease. Every addict I’ve ever met will tell you it was a choice. And, they detest people calling it a disease.￼
After she got up and stormed out of the tent, we actually had quite a nice little meeting discussing things that may lead to someone attempting suicide. I think it was helpful to those who had lost somebody, and may even have given them a little bit of closure. You know, talking to someone who’s been there. I was also able to share my own experience with losing someone I cared deeply for to suicide. And, I think that may have made the others relax around me. ￼
So, I had to stop writing this three days ago and go to work. I can never get back to the writing groove I was in once I stop. I know I had something else to talk about, but can’t remember. Oh well. This blog is already longer than I like, anyway.
Peace, Love and Light, my friends.
* Definitions from Dictionary.com
** Erin Kelly America Is Not A Christian Nation And Never Has Been (I admit to reading this article and it may have influenced some of my wording even though I felt this way before I read it. I don’t want to be accused of plagiarism)