I think my views on teen pregnancy are not extremely horrible because my mom had me at a young age. Now, getting pregnant or sleeping with someone before marriage is not something I plan on doing anytime soon, but I’m not against it for other people. Everyone has their own morals and standards, and I think that we [as human beings] need to respect that.
I don’t shove Christianity up my friend’s throats or shun my homosexual and bisexual friends because of their sexual orientation. I’m pretty open-minded when it comes to such things, and as far as me thinking any differently of them, I’ll love them even more because they felt comfortable enough to tell me. But I don’t think anyone else in my family could ever be as sincere as me.
I don’t like being mean. It doesn’t make me feel nice at all. Therefore I control my meanness as much as I can. If it comes out, then it comes out. I mean, I have to draw the “holding [meanness] in” line somewhere, right?
Until something happens to you, you don’t think about it much before you do said action. Jennifer said something about getting into a car with a stranger and then having to deal with consequences makes everything your own fault because you should have known. Okay, but life isn’t always like that.
What if something similar happens, and it is from someone you know – or once knew? Getting into said car with whomever doesn’t necessarily make you at fault.
I believe everything happens for a reason. If me getting into a car with a stranger and turning up dead somewhere in a trash can is what helps me find a serial killer, then so be it. I would be risking my life to save other’s lives.
But I’m going to be called crazy for this blog post.
And that’s fine.
Just answer this: Would you risk your life for your parent’s/child’s/spouse’s/etc. safety? What about a friend’s?