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Completely. Being "right" no longer means jack shit.
When I was in my teens, I did things "right". I didn't break into that building with my friends, and I got ridiculed by them, and that ridicule was ignore by my family... but I was "right".
I didn't go out to those parties where people were drinking underage out on the little track just off the road near my house. I got made fun of for it... but I was "right".
I was a musician in high school, and a great one. I was composing when I was 13. I followed my talents, and got shunned by nearly everyone I associated with.... but I was "right".
So I went to school for it, only to have my own family turn their collective backs on me when they found out I was gay. I didn't drop out right away though.... I went homeless to stay in school, rather than drop out to have a roof over my head. And I was "right" to try and stay in school.
Then my family decided they didn't want to help me pay for school anymore, so I did the "right" thing after that happened, went out and got a job, an apartment, etc., and abandoning my silly, pathetic fucking dream of being a high school music teacher. Nobody around me wanted to let that happen anyway.
The point is, I've tried to do the "right" things every. Step. Of. The Way.
Being "right" hasn't gotten me jack shit.
Lesson: Doing the right thing almost never makes for the right result. It's flat out wrong to trust anyone until they've proven themselves worthy of that trust, and that almost never happens.
I'm just sick and fucking tired of trying to do the "right" thing. It's gotten me nowhere, and it never will.
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