Alright, Bad Ideas, How do you justify yourself when stealing, hurting someone etc. How do you deal with the fact that you are potentially ruining someone's life/day/week? Do you have your own moral code? or what? Do you have a saying to keep your morals out of check?

I'm wondering since some of you sound pretty malicious and I'm suprised you can live with yourselves.

(This isn't a sermon I'm just wondering why)

Thanks.

I stick to the G code as preached by scarface.


We don't talk to police, we don't make no peace bonds/we ain't trusted in the judicial system we shoot guns/we rely on these streets dog, do battle in the hood/I was born in the G code embedded in my blood.

You've gotta screw people before they screw you or someone you care about. I've had many days ruined in many ways and I'm just balancing out the universe.

Way I see it, theres got to be good and bad in this world, like Yin and Yang or whatever, and there has to be a balance. I figure I'm just evening out the scale, since there seems to be increasing numbers of do-gooders around.


Yeah that's bullshit but it's how I think lol.

Morals are relative and not real. Therefore I'm going to create my own. Morals are made by society not by god or anything like that. Time to make my own.

(I'm not a criminal though I'm just being philosophical)

QFT

5char

my actions are not justified.
well besides greed and lust.

G-Code?

Isn't that the thing they used to use on VCRs so they'd 'know' when to start recording what you wanted to tape, but it never seemed to work?

well first of all i dont steal of people. only companys. and i really dont have a problem stealing 10 bucks worth of stuff once a week when they make millions or billions in profit. im poor as shit, and i need to take what i want or need. i would probably steal from rich asses, but i dont really know any rich places or really rich people who i hate. or rich people at all.

My own survival comes before everyone else's.

Yesterday I got a pang of guilt when taking the bus home I ran into a friend of mines mom. She kept going on about how her son hands his paychecks over to drug dealers from shit he fronts during the week. She went on about how he's acting crazy, can't talk sense to him, doesn't look after HIS kid, never has money for more than a minute and needs another job to support his habit. She wanted me to talk some sense into him not knowing I was a drug dealer who used to deal a LOT of drugs to her son and x husband. She seemed pretty frusterated over the whole situation so I said I'd see what I could do. I thought it was funny that she didn't know I dealt drugs although she knew I did a lot of them.

Then she got off the bus and I forgot about it til now.