Good ol' caring of a decent project
It's what you wanna hear, I'm a caring, nerve-busting man who pushes his way through past the ones stopping me to help you out like I just care.
The assignment is to welcome myself to you to do your godforsaken dishes, your charity, help out, and it's about you. So many people similarly help out a derelict in a blanket, correct me if I'm getting the moral dilemma wrong but I think people deserve coffee thrown in their faces from the very fact that they're being difficult, such an activity's illegal but I would do that because I'm red in the stage of spiral dynamics, even though from then on I never threw coffee at anyone since. The intention all the while was to be loyal to my morality, it meant a lot to me but it didn't mean I couldn't wring necks and wave a knife like an Italian. It's called people are misunderstanding a stage red person, pure good was in favour not with the intention to be an idiot, to be a stupid ass, no way, the intention was a rebellion to show the public I'm a quirky human being and that you've got to learn to accept that.