My morals

My morals, I’m not quite sure where they come from. Sure, some of them come from my family. Like, you have to treat people right. And my work morals are from my parents too. Violence is not an option, when it comes to either people or animals..

But there are also many things that I haven’t learned from my family, because I don’t have their morals in some topics. Or perhaps I’ve learned from them to be more tolerable than them.

I believe that you shouldn’t judge a person too quickly or because of their appearance or stuff like that. If someone doesn’t look like every other person, that’s not a bad thing. If someone has different skin color from mine, that doesn’t mean we can’t be friends, or that they are less of a person than I am. The fact that someone is a gypsy, they’re not a thief. If someone is gay, lesbian, bi or transsexual, that doesn’t make them any less valuable or somehow disgusting. I try not to be prejudiced. That’s one of my morals I’ve learned to be better at than my family. I don’t judge people because of their race, religion, sexual orientation or any of that superficial stuff, but for the person they are. 

If people believe in different things than I do, I don’t hate them. I always try to understand their side of things, and why they might think differently from me. I don’t have to be friends with everybody, and I won’t be friends with people who’s opinions in the world conflict with mine too much, but I’ll still tolerate them and try to understand why they think so. 

However, the morals I value most of all in my list of morals, have to do with animals and nature. I think we humans have a moral responsibility to take care of the animals and plants around us. I’ve always cared more about animals than people. That’s because most of the time their suffering isn’t because of them, but because of us humans, and they can’t do anything about it. I hold the animals around us as(if not more) dear as humans. This is the most important moral of mine. If someone clashes too much with this, I will not like them. We will not be friends. I may not even tolerate a person who is too open about not caring about animals or the nature around us. 

I can tolerate someone having different religion, different race, different sexual orientation or stuff like that. But I WILL NOT tolerate a person who doesn’t give a rat’s ass about animals or the environment. That just shows what kinda person they are, and it’s not a very nice person, so why should I tolerate someone like that? 

 

That’s my morals.

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My perfect rainy day

My perfect rainy day would be making myself a perfect sitting spot in my favorite chair. Then I would make myself a cup of hot chocolate or tea, take a good book and sit down. Then I’d make myself comfortable and start reading.

With the relaxing sound of rain hitting the roof mixing with the quiet tunes of my favorite music coming trough the speakers in the background I can relax and lose myself in a great book. Once in a while I would pick up my mug and sip a little hot chocolate and then continue reading. While reading a book I can forget about the world around me and even loose track of time.

That’s what my perfect rainy day would be.

“Normal”

Personally, I don’t think there’s such thing as “normal” there’s just average. Most of the things we consider normal are just what we’re used to, but it’s not necessarily “normal”. Normal is whatever is normal to you. So, in a way we’re all normal. We may not be that for other people, but we are normal to ourselves.

Maybe I think like this because I’ve never liked the way some people treat the people who aren’t “normal”. If you are, for example, smarter or not as smart as the average person, people might tease you or treat you differently. I’ve seen this happening, and I don’t like it. Other things that makes people not “normal” to others is being, gay, lesbian or bisexual. Who you love shouldn’t make you abnormal. It’s not right. So it’s not “normal” to be straight, it’s what we’re used to if we don’t know anyone who isn’t. If a person has  some kind of a disorder or decease that shows in their everyday life, that’s not “normal” to other people, but it’s normal to them. This is another thing that makes other people look down on you, or not wanna be your friend. I don’t see the point, we are all people.  So, “normal” means average. Who wants to be average?

My opinion on being “normal” may be a product of never being “normal”. I’m short, loud, don’t care what other people think of me most of the time. I’m almost ten years younger than both of my siblings. I prefer the company of animals to people. I don’t even have a “normal” group of friends. Although we all have something in common, we are all very different. Some of my friends are religious, some like to party, some don’t like sports and stuff like that. Even in my family, I’m not “normal” I don’t care about people’s race, religion, or sexual orientation, like sometimes you could hear my father talking about these kinda people like they’re not people or like they’re doing something wrong.  I try not to see past those things and see the person behind those trivial things. Not all of us have to be the same, that would be boring. My siblings like to live near our parents, I’d love to move abroad to study or after studying.

I think that everyone is normal in their own way. It’s normal for people to be different, think differently ,look different. It’s a richness. So why should we try to be “normal”? I at least wanna be something special, not “normal” or average.