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To be good is not something most people consider anymore; they’ve all surrendered to their odious fate. And those who are good don’t need to consider it–it’s simply innate. But what about those of us plagued with the desire for deviance and benevolence? Or, not even the desire for deviance, simply a need for distraction. And, as we all know, any distraction worth its weight in distractive properties requires a certain level of iniquity. Whether this means drinking, drugging or promiscuity, the constant grappling between good and evil is always there. Particularly if you live in Los Angeles or New York, the U.S. hubs of human pleasure and misery. 

There are periods of dormancy in the evil one feels prone to. Going months without even the slightest predilection toward debauchery, however, usually means you’re due for an unexpected bender to make up for all the lost time in evil. One night, after being a good little ducky and working/not spending money in earnest, you will feel the call of life–the bar, the club, the meaningless sex prospect–all of it. 

And after you’ve engaged in your binge of vileness, you’ll be left feeling empty–like none of it was worth the disgust you feel for yourself in the wake of it. Like you should promptly go out and join one of the handful of convents still left in the world in order to cleanse yourself of your weak-willed, pitiful nature. 

Instead, you will go on as before, vacillating intermittently between the extremes of good and evil that you despise–after all, the middle ground on the spectrum of morality is too dull to bear. The pattern of fluctuation will tear at your psyche and your soul until you finally give in fully to one side of your persona. And can you guess which side is more tantalizing? I think so. 

© Genna Rivieccio 2015