A Dissertation on the Morals of Scoundrels

For reasons completely justified and understandable, our society has no respect for people such as I, and even wish, for the most part, that we were not around in the first place. And why wouldn’t they feel like this! They themselves, their daughters, sons, nephews, and cousins all pour their hearts into the community, act as selfless martyrs to the world, and I sit and lazily look on, no real good to anyone. But! Have I, or should I say we, as there are more, I assure you, not gotten to a place in society, evolution, culture, and decency to allow the sinful selfish to do as they please, and especially without criticism from any high horses? If not, then we surely do not live as comfortably as we assume.

We often get asked to change, begged by the enlightened to join, told by authorities it’s what must be done. But why? We scoundrels live by a very moral code, you see. We’re as decent as possible, not allowing our own decisions to bother anyone. So in this case, it seems we scoundrels have something a little more figured out than those social elite. We at least don’t push our opinions on life and living onto the disinterested masses! We instead choose to burrow in our own miserable satisfaction and mutter about something.

This life that we’re involuntarily born into is a short strange blip of gases, lights, and a few memories; an odd experience, to say the least, no? And I, among others, again, I’m sure, have adopted a philosophy of moments. Accepting a prompt from something, someone, anyone, anything, and deciding there and then the proper action to compliment it. This is what has me doing my service late, this is what made my academia spoil, and this is what has me living life the only way it makes sense. My comfort derives from my general discomfort, you see!

And so, I’ll continue to be the scoundrel I choose, and somehow manage to get by within the structure that I’m in, be it school, work, conversation, society, or among the living, or of this world! I prefer my solutions to create new problems, and as long as only I’m being, you might say, punished, and no one else suffers, then I think that this is an acceptable way for me to continue. Though, even if it were unacceptable, it’d be my way, and so, of course, the right way. For me, at least.

I stand on honest ground, even if my toes might be muddied and scratched. And I’ll take these bleeding feet over mindless conformity any day.