Doing the "right" thing

As we get older we get less impulsive in the things we do. We put a lot of thought into some of the things we choose to do, or at least, we should.

Part of be an well adjusted adult is doing the "right" thing. Our parents spend about 20 years of their life trying to beat, warn, or ground this into us. To stop "just" doing shit.


Sadly, often times, the "right" thing sucks ass.

This week I had to do the right thing for a puppy. He was a pig of a puppy. He was bigger than all the others my mom's dog had. I was thinking of naming him Jabba or Samson. He was pretty awesome, loved to lick me, and looked like an ewok.

I decided to give him up for my sister to sell along with the other puppies. I'm going to go off, after Christmas, for yet another semester in college. I will have at least 2 more years of college after that. I don't feel it is right to make my folks take care of him for at least 2.5 years. Hell, I don't even know if I will have money to feed myself after college. That is just not "right" to do to a cute little dog. So, I let him go.

My sister on the other hand, is keeping one. She already has one dog she never playes with, but you know, the puppy is cute, so she must have it. It to will probably grow up, not be quite as cute as it once was, and be cast to the side like many of her other past efforts.

So yeah, doing the “right” thing sucks.

Choosing not to give our dog expensive surgery for it to live only a few months longer was a difficult family decision.

People can say what they want, an animal becomes part of the family, especially when it's been with you since you were young. Making that decision was very painful for us, and me.

Where VJ took this is where I originally thought IronPlant was taking this.


Yeah.

My best friend was a little off, mentally. And ever since the market crash, we've gone from town to town trying to find work. It was easy for me, but people always had trouble hiring my friend. He was a great worker just sorta slow and hard around the edges. Well, we finally found lasting work, but it didn't last long. He got into some trouble with the Boss's wife. She got angry when she found he mistakenly killed her puppy, and trying to console her, he accidentally hurt her. I was out in the field when someone came and told us. My friend had fled, and in a rage, the boss took us to go look for him. I knew that when they found him, in all their anger, they'd kill him. And it wasn't the first time I'd gotten him out of trouble, but then it never went this wrong.

When we got out to the river, I alone saw him by the creek, I lead the other off in the wrong direction and went down to find him. I calmed him down, told him about the Farm we one day dreamed of owning. Then, while he was happy, I put a bullet in his head.

Yes the right thing is hard sometimes…

Doing right should be the fulfillment in itself, not the reprecussions or rewards.

But I'll be damned if I found someone who can live by that idealism without losing it now and then.

I've been fortunate with regards to having to make this kind of decision. Two and a half years ago, my gal and I broke up, and yet tried to remain friends, which of course, failed miserably. A month or so after this, and a day before my, and her new boyfriend's graduation, I found out he had herpes. That night, I was debating whether or not to tell her, after all she'd put me through. I decided to tell her, as that was honorable thing to do. Her boyfriend, who sat next to me in grad line, was of course not the least bit happy that i'd told her, and spent plenty of time that night bitching me out for it. At least things have gotten better between her and I, of course, not seeing someone for two years will do that.

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Originally Posted by Anomaly

My best friend was a little off, mentally. And ever since the market crash, we've gone from town to town trying to find work. It was easy for me, but people always had trouble hiring my friend. He was a great worker just sorta slow and hard around the edges. Well, we finally found lasting work, but it didn't last long. He got into some trouble with the Boss's wife. She got angry when she found he mistakenly killed her puppy, and trying to console her, he accidentally hurt her. I was out in the field when someone came and told us. My friend had fled, and in a rage, the boss took us to go look for him. I knew that when they found him, in all their anger, they'd kill him. And it wasn't the first time I'd gotten him out of trouble, but then it never went this wrong.

When we got out to the river, I alone saw him by the creek, I lead the other off in the wrong direction and went down to find him. I calmed him down, told him about the Farm we one day dreamed of owning. Then, while he was happy, I put a bullet in his head.

Yes the right thing is hard sometimesÉ

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Of Mice and Men.

Yeah, I've never done the right thing myself, so I had to steal someone else’s story. :\
go figure...

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Originally Posted by Tragic

Of Mice and Men.

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You couldn't have waited until the rubes started acting as if he was serious?

Man.

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Originally Posted by Master

You couldn't have waited until the rubes started acting as if he was serious?

Man.

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I know. I'm an asshole.

It had me going until I got to the part where he killed his friend. Then I was like... wait a minuete...