Post by Felix Falora on Sept 9, 2010 16:46:47 GMT -5
We all go through this at one point, I'm sure, so you might be asking why I'm ranting on this. Well... the answer is cookies. You might think cookies is a good enough answer or ask why it would come down to something as trivial as cookies. You then might think with horror that I stole cookies. Well I did not. My unnecessary fear kept me from taking any cookies.
Our apartment complex gives out free cookies to its tenants, provided they only take two. So I go to put money on the laundry card and I notice they have a fresh batch of cookies on the table. Remembering all the times Nicky got cookies, not to mention seeing others get cookies without issues, I reach over to take two. But something stops me. Some sort of primal fear, something I can't put my finger on. Instead of taking the allowed number of two cookies and being on my way, I take none, put the money on my card, and go on my way.
Something keeps telling me that taking the cookies is stealing and wrong, even though I know it's not. It's like my brain's on the right side of the spectrum, but the oh-so-more important gut is on the wrong side of the spectrum. Either way, that's my vent and my question. Why do I feel so guilty and afraid of taking cookies when the people baking them put them there to be taken? I feel more paranoid about it then Nicky's classmates apparantly; they rush off the bus and take at least ten cookies back to their apartment if not grabbing the whole tray full and hogging them to themselves. I've seen that happen too. It's a major mental bust on my part because I don't get free cookies because I'm too afraid to take them.
Our apartment complex gives out free cookies to its tenants, provided they only take two. So I go to put money on the laundry card and I notice they have a fresh batch of cookies on the table. Remembering all the times Nicky got cookies, not to mention seeing others get cookies without issues, I reach over to take two. But something stops me. Some sort of primal fear, something I can't put my finger on. Instead of taking the allowed number of two cookies and being on my way, I take none, put the money on my card, and go on my way.
Something keeps telling me that taking the cookies is stealing and wrong, even though I know it's not. It's like my brain's on the right side of the spectrum, but the oh-so-more important gut is on the wrong side of the spectrum. Either way, that's my vent and my question. Why do I feel so guilty and afraid of taking cookies when the people baking them put them there to be taken? I feel more paranoid about it then Nicky's classmates apparantly; they rush off the bus and take at least ten cookies back to their apartment if not grabbing the whole tray full and hogging them to themselves. I've seen that happen too. It's a major mental bust on my part because I don't get free cookies because I'm too afraid to take them.
