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Cake day: June 15th, 2023

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  • Eh, I try. I think I succeed more often than not, but most bad people think they’re good, right? I try to calibrate against the broader society as a whole, but it often seems like society isn’t really aligned with goodness anyway. So here I am, trying to suss out the good parts of society and align with that, and trying to suss out the bad parts and follow my own moral compass there. But again, bad people probably generally think they’re good, so it’s a bit of a conundrum innit?

    Minimize harm to others, and try to help as much as you can. Except sometimes harming bad people somewhat is good, and sometimes help is counterproductive.

    I’m confident that I am a person. I try to emulate what good is like. Life is hard.






  • And I’m not as sure it’s the citizens he protects so much as the city itself

    I think he’d consider that a distinction without difference. The city is the citizens.

    He’s either at least been partially responsible for some killings and will let people die when it benefits not so much himself, but the proper functioning of the city.

    The “proper functioning of the city” is a state of relative harmony and peace between the citizens. Most of those that found their end at his direction were rather opposed to the “proper functioning of the city”.

    what does that society do when that person is inevitably gone?

    I surmise that much of his efforts in building the integrity of the city, and its institutions, might be said to constitute an inoculation of sorts against any “greedy and clumsy” successors.












  • My father was pretty draconic. No time for friends, no time for extra curriculars, no time for homework (he didn’t believe in public education, which caused its own problems), because there was always something to do: my chores, my siblings’ chores, home improvement projects, random “educational” outings that were mostly just me sitting in the car. Not to mention the verbal and physical abuse, leaving me on the side of the road to “scare me straight”, making me live in a tent in the backyard for a while.

    I tried to be the bigger person after I moved out and practice hippy-dippy radical forgiveness. Unfortunately, he’s a malignant narcissist and even when he realized he had no leverage anymore and had to behave, he was still a really really bad influence. The more time I spent with him, the more his traits rubbed off on me. I had to cut him off entirely because it became too much.