Doing the wrong thing

Often I look at behaviour that extends beyond binary options and feel a sense of affinity, but also uneasiness. Sadly I judge plenty of choices as having right or wrong outcomes. I wish that I wasn't taught to judge things so simplistically. Life isn't really about making the right or wrong decisions. Choices can be auspicious or inauspicious, but not correct or incorrect. Life is four dimensional, it spreads out in all directions... everything you do has the capacity to be both good and bad (and everything else) at once. Kissing a person in front of someone else who once loved you ignites bitterness and sweetness in one mouthful. If you could taste the things you do, it would be quite unpalatable. You'd spit it out and wouldn't do anything ever again, because the taste would be acrimonious but sacchariferous; like vomiting honey. Confusing, distasteful, insulting to your senses and your innocent ideas about how you really act.

I'm saying that choice, by its very definition cannot be wrong or right. It's about selection of an option. Options by their definition are multifarious, irreducible to good and bad. Not simple, not easy, not fatalistic.

Why is it that we don't get told that when we talk really we shout? Speaking isn't a means to an end, it's not just the journey of a thought from brain to mouth: it keeps travelling in other peoples heads. If you think about something long enough it turns into habit, behaviour, and you can't unthink things. Certain occasions get forgotten but the general sheen or ethos of an era carries on in our values.

And it makes me sad to think that children grow up to learn that girls do girl things and boys do boy things, running ahead and crossing the road without holding hands is wrong. Those values are accepted and sometimes used to negate pain or danger, but the point is that we are told our actions are right or wrong, which ironically, is the wrong thing to do.