I show you mine if you show me yours…

Code book discrepancy?

As a kid, my teacher said about me that I was amoral. Not immoral… amoral. Immoral: not conforming to accepted standards of morality. Amoral, on the other hand is lacking a moral sense; unconcerned with the rightness or wrongness of something.

Now, whether that was true or not: I don’t know. In fact, I have no idea. I think every child is amoral: we haven’t been indoctrinated in a moral code… aka code book.

My code book is probably different from your code book.

If you assume that I’ll see something the same way as you see, you’ll get hurt, disappointed, slighted, offended, angry, puzzled…

My code book is my code book. Yours is yours. You got it where YOU got it… I made up mine, mostly.

In my book nothing is wrong, although there are kosher things, and not kosher thing. There are supportive, empowering, helpful things, and the opposite. But no wrong. There are mistakes, f…ups, goofs, and such, but no wrong.

And yet, when my downstairs neighbor exuded contempt for me and for how I live: I took notice. It didn’t feel good.

Obviously he has a code book where there is something wrong with me.