Ms. Goody Too Shoes

I did a thing yesterday in my journey of publishing. I created an audio voice over for a fable that I constructed with the intent to eventually publish . If it’s one thing that I’ve heard over the years, it’s that I’m a goody two shoes.

Growing up I was praised for it but as an adult, I face ridicule because I believe in a firm, please, thank you and have a good day. It’s then I realized that the world around me has changed so drastically, that to be good is worse than being bad.

Since everyone is doing bad and a person chooses not to, they are treated like an outcast. To be clear, no one is perfect and shouldn’t even aim to be perfect. I feel that people should aim to be nice and avoid hurting others.

That doesn’t mean become a doormat or break your own back-bone, just follow the Golden Rule. Treat other people how you want to be treated, and if you treat yourself like absolute crap.

Then that is fine, your new rule is the Silver Rule, deal with yourself accordingly and don’t disrupt the peace of others.

Alas, it seems those rudimentary standards to being a human has become difficult in a society that rewards deviant, perverse and hateful behavior. It dawned on me the night I was in the club at 40 years old celebrating my mother’s 61st birthday, being told that I look like a nun that this shizz is beyond me!

Call me a square, call me lame, call me boring, call me uninteresting, I am who you say I am. I’ll accept it all because I am all that I say I am, and that’s far better than succumbing to things I find distasteful.

Call me Ms. Goody Too Shoes, always with a moral story to tell. Trying to bring empathy back to those who have lost their way. I firmly believe that there are a selected few who still believes that good manners are the Chicken Soup for the Soul.

They believe that having manners and a moral compass will enhance this wonderous journey of being human and bring a level of peace that surpasses all understanding. Nothing compares with feeling good about yourself on the inside.

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