Cry Me A River, Build A Bridge, And Get Over It

Today's subject is Guilt. Not in the innocent versus guilty judicial sense of the word, but more along the lines of "I feel bad for pushing you off your bike and making you scrape your knee" type of guilt.

What sort of purpose is there for this feeling? Is it really all that necessary. They tell you to not cry over spilled milk. Why not spill a little more? Obviously, there's a line that the law draws and spilling milk might land you in a cell, renamed Tuan, and reciting to yourself every night "mama said lock dat azz, mama said LOCK DAT AZZZZZZ!!" At that point, guilt might be useful.

But if you're just messing around, galivanting, shootin the shiznit with your comrades, don't feel bad if you just up and sock dude in the chest. You don't want to die without any scars, and neither does he. People might get a little sensitive if you go for face shots, but this differs from crowd to crowd. Know your friends enough to know whether they are cool with face shots or at least if you can take them if they aren't.

If you steal something from the store, it's alright. The store owners/company knows that there is always a risk of theft, that's the risk they take when they decide to sell merchandise. You yourself are taking a risk of criminal charges when you decide to steal the items, so it evens out. Nothing to feel guilty about. You win some, you lose some. You got yourself a shirt, they lost said item. The cops got themselves a perp, you lost your freedom. Hey, circle of life, pal.

So, next time you feel this useless emotion welling up inside of you, squash it. And if it keeps resurfacing, go kill yourself; you're no use to us here.