Monday, February 25, 2002

 

Get this… my roommate just handed me a shopping list. Canned asparagus, fat-free sugar-free yogurt, fish fillets (unbreaded), shrimp, and oranges. That’s what she plans to live on between now and spring break.. oh yeah, and some rice cakes. She’s convinced that if she doesn’t lose 8 pounds, her boyfriend will break up with her when he sees her in a bathing suit. To put this all in perspective… she’s 5’6”, and weighs just under 135 pounds. Most of which is muscle. She tried on a bathing suit the other day, and I could count her ribs. You can’t convince me that she’s fat. But, on the other hand, you can’t convince her that she isn’t… so I guess I’m making a grocery store run tonight.

In other news, some little punky blonde guy had a “sexual experience” this past weekend. And, for some godawful reason, decided he had to tell me about it. All about it. See, him and his ladyfriend (not girlfriend) from back home (we won’t say what I think of her… that’s another story) got together and decided that they were both “sexually frustrated.” I’ll spare you the gory details, but basically, they parked somewhere and felt each other up for about an hour. Normally, the only thing that would bother me about this situation is that he described it so graphically… but, once again, hypocrisy rears its ugly head. Don’t get me wrong… this isn’t a religion thing. I hardly consider this dude’s religion to be the same as mine… although we (usually) attend the same church, we have almost totally different views on religion, and in fact life in general. But… I have talked to him enough to know that, although his moral standards are somewhat different than mine, he does (at least ideologically) have moral standards. And the moral code that he claims to ascribe to tends to frown on fooling around in the back seat of a car with someone you have no commitment to (legal, emotional, or otherwise).

Normally, I’m too busy trying to get the two-by-four out of my eyes to help other people get the dust out of theirs… But this one hit me pretty hard. Not only did this guy violate his own moral code… he was proud of it! He was excited… like he had done something really grand. He even tried to rationalize everything to me… it wasn’t really wrong, because he didn’t derive any sexual pleasure out of it… it wasn’t really wrong, because they’re never going to do it again. It wasn’t really wrong, because they were so sexually frustrated.

And he doesn’t understand why I’m upset. I’m not upset because he fooled around with his friend. I’m not even upset that he did something he told me he was totally against. It happens. People make mistakes, change their minds, yada, yada, yada. I’m upset because he is proud that he did it. And yet he still claims to believe in the same moral code… dadgum it, what’s the point of having morals if you’re going to be proud about violating them?

I may be wrong, but I was under the impression that, no matter what your religion, whatever moral code you hold outlines the life you strive for. No one, or at least very few, can be “perfectly” moral according to their beliefs. Therefore, people should try to live morally, and when they screw up, they should brush themselves off, deal with the consequences, and move on. Not call people up and say, “hey, guess what awesome thing I did this weekend?”

Have morals transitioned from being boundaries that are not to be crossed, into being fences that we challenge ourselves to climb?

I understand that people make mistakes. I make mistakes. A lot. But I try not to broadcast my mistakes to the world… those who need to know get told, and those who don’t… well, its none of their business.

Ok, enough about morals. I know this is going to get turned into a religious debate in comments, but oh well… I tried. Blogs are for writing what you feel, and I happen to feel very strongly about this today. Which prob’ly explains why I’m in such a poor mood. At least partially.

Speaking of poor moods and amoral people… I saw Robert on campus today. Which sucks. Immensely. He didn’t speak to me… I managed to get lost in the crowd heading into Butler. But now I know he’s here. So I’m pretty much stuck in my room anytime I don’t have an escort. No more late night trips to the library, I guess. Plus, my supply of escorts seems to be running a little short… everyone’s studying for midterms. Blah. God I hate being a girl. Oh well… I’ll get over it. I doubt he’ll be here more than a week or so. And spring break is coming up, so I get to go home.

Tim and I are the only people going home in Elisa’s car… she’s going to Miami with Ian, and Silas is going to Fort Worth. So we’re gonna have fun *grin* I told him I’d bring all my CDs, and a couple of packages of everlasting gobstoppers… we’ll turn the radio up, and sing, and eat candy all the way to Huntsville. *grin* It’ll be great.

Wow… hadn’t realized how long this was. Sorry. I guess I had better stop ranting before I blow up the blog. Hmmmm… I wonder how many characters a blog can hold before it blows up? Or does it have a limit? Interesting… I may have to do some research *grin*.

posted by Deedee 2:58 PM