I thought I’d mix things up a little and combine two writing challenges in one post, since in my mind they go together as they’re both asking provocative questions. Things will probably get messy…
One challenge comes from Fandango of This That And The Other in his latest Fandango’s Provocative Question #10
This is his FPQ #10: What is more important to you, doing the right thing or doing things right?
The other challenge comes from Melanie of Sparks From A Combustible in her latest Share Your World 1-14-19
You’re walking in a forest and you find a black suitcase. Inside it is one millions dollars and a piece of paper, stained in blood and bearing the single word “Don’t!” Would you take the suitcase home or leave it?
What’s the right thing to do in this scenario?
If you choose to take the money – what would be the right way of doing it?
If you choose to leave the money – what would be the right way of doing it?
If that money could talk to you, what would it say? Is the “Don’t!” a message from the money, is it saying – Don’t take it or don’t leave it?
I’d leave it. It’s not mine.
It’s probably a prop from yet another movie about a case full of cash causing chaos.
Imagine you lapsed and cheated on your partner. You feel horrible and you know you’ll never do it again, because the feeling is so awful. Would you confess?
I love Lolsys Library‘s answer to this question.
My father was a serial cheater. He didn’t hide it. Everyone knew about it. His lovers often stayed in our house.
My mother played the role of martyr and saint about my father’s affairs.
As their child I was sometimes required to hang out with his lovers and pretend I didn’t know what was going on because it would have upset my parents, his lovers, and everyone else who knew about his affairs if the child admitted openly in public to knowing about it.
If I said anything, I was called a precocious brat for upsetting the rules of adult behaviour and polite society.
One of the things I learned from observing all of these human relationship shenanigans over the years is that ultimately it seemed to make everyone miserable. It’s the kind of misery which keeps going and growing. No one forgives and no one forgets.
What’s the point of cheating if it’s only going to make you and everyone else miserable? It just seems like something which just isn’t worth doing.
But so many people do it, therefore it must be the right thing to do. Isn’t that how the whole right and wrong thing to do works?
Yet it always seems to cause so much trouble, pain, and misery not just for the cheaters and the cheated on, but for everyone around them too… and most people appear to agree that trouble, pain, and misery are not right.
So if cheating is the right thing to do, then there must be a right way to do it and a wrong way to do it.
Does the right way to do it lead to a happily ever after and the wrong way to do it lead to misery ever after?
Would you live your life differently if nobody ever judged you for anything you did?
As I’m writing this post, I’m consciously aware that my answers will be judged by those reading it.
Is judging my answers the right thing to do?
Is there a right way to do judgment?
Will you judge fairly or unfairly? How do you know which is which?
What are you doing with your judgment, how are you using it, is it to bolster your own sense of right and wrong, is it to judge yourself, is it to figure out what is the right way to do something?
Do you judge others because you feel judged by others?
Do you feel judged by my answers?
It’s nigh on impossible to imagine a life without judgment.
It isn’t always a bad thing, but we tend to only notice judgment when it is being bad and making us feel bad.
When the judgment is a good one we often find it hard to believe, don’t trust it, don’t understand it or hear it properly, we may even feel afraid of it. If someone judges us well… will we be able to live up to it?
I’ve spent most of my life feeling that I was always doing the wrong thing and doing things the wrong way. That was how I interpreted what people were saying to me about myself. Eventually it just seemed as though the entire world saw me as a wrong one.
I desperately tried to do the right thing and do things the right way but it always seemed to go wrong, be wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong.
The worst perpetrator of judgment upon myself was me. Still is. But I’m using it slightly differently these days.
Would a fly without wings be called a walk? No? What would you call it?
What’s something that brought joy and lightness of being to you this past week?
I really enjoyed being invited by Pensitivity to write a story.
I’m a bit of an outsider weirdo. I’m used to people not inviting me to play, so when people do… it makes me go yay inside.
And my partner put a record on at the wrong speed, so we both jumped up and did The Floss to it. That was great fun!
Sometimes doing the wrong thing the wrong way can create joy and bring a lightness to being.
Featured image is from “Blasts” from the Ram’s Horn 1902