I hate social correction.
I hate anyone, ever, anywhere, telling me what to do.
I don't mind if they ask.
I just don't want to be told what to do.
To each man and woman, beast or snail,
govern themselves, that the soul may prevail.
yet still I do not hesitate at the chance to put some bully in their place.
to drive the point home to some self-important ******* that there are bigger ***** in the sea.
and still i thoroughly believe I am doing this because somebody ******* has to
and I'm not doing for me.
I don't even know what I'm going to do anymore.