I rarely feel guilty, and it’s not because I’m a perfect, kind, little angel. I do and say so many messed up things, my conscious is probably as black as tar. This one time. So call me whatever you want: A bitch, cold-hearted, maybe even a saint I really do not care.

I’ve been trying to comprehend my lack of feeling guilt for the longest time, and it honestly all starts with a simple definition of the word:

So basically, the feeling you get when you say or do screwed up stuff. I’m sure you are all familiar with the feeling. The idea of guilt doesn’t make sense to me. Maybe it's because I believe everything should be done with a purpose, almost like you have a hidden agenda. What’s the point of doing or saying anything when you know it won’t amount to anything in the end? That’s probably way too harsh, so let me try to define it a little more.

If there’s one thing that pisses me off, it is people who are unsure of themselves, people who second guess their every action and every word they have ever said. What’s the point? Deep down, you know what you want. Recognize it, don’t deny it. Hey, if you want to cuss out your friend for being rude, do it. You’re completely entitled to be feeling however you feel.

I’m no psychologist. Heck, I’m not even majoring in psychology. I’ve only taken one introduction to psychology class, so I’m no expert on feelings and how the brain works.

This might be the point in the article where you realize that I actually might be crazy because lacking the feeling of guilt is normally associated with psychopaths, but hear me out. I’m not saying to not feel guilty for stealing candy from a baby because that’s just messed up. I’m saying have a purpose for everything you do and say. Mean every word you say, and be in touch with your emotions and what you want. Be selfish when it's necessary, and be unapologetic.