Recently my mother-in-law gave our daughters a fish tank. They gave it empty but figured we'd take the reins on decorating it and populating it. Fine by me. I'm naturally a quite frugal fellow, so I got a bottom feeder and and a single female guppy to start, since they're both low-cost fish and the daughters are extremely happy with them.

But they kept asking for more fish, and I was loathe to spend any more money on pets. So I hatched the perfect plan. I bought the most beautiful, expensive, and fancy male guppy they had in the pet store. The thing was absolutely gorgeous, luminous green with black spots all over. My children were overjoyed by the splendor of this fish. And the story would have ended here, if it weren't for my controversial plan.

I put the stunningly handsome male guppy in the tank with the female guppy, and let them 'mingle' (if you know what I mean) for 13 days. After which, I scooped him out, brought him back to the store, and returned him for a refund. My daughters were quite disappointed that "The Emissary Guppy" as I'd told them he was, had to go back to the store, but I wasn't about to let the price of that absurdly expensive guppy go down the drain. It was within the return policy of the store, and I had of course kept the guppy fed and housed that entire time, and he probably had better company with my female than he did in his tank of all-males at the store.

Now the thing about guppies is they are prolific breeders and I have no reason to doubt that that flashy male probably got his lime-and-black-speckled pickle into our female fish at some point during his stay in our tank. So I am hoping that, free of charge, I'll have a clutch of very beautiful baby guppies in a month or so.

So, CMA: Where does taking advantage of a store's return policy in order to effectively "steal guppy sperm" fall on the alignment chart?

Reposted From AITA Because I Was Told It Belonged Here As I Was A Justified AssHole

My grandpa is an jerk. He has a swastika tattoo on his right shoulder. He hates my dad because 'he is not good enough for my mom', he is black and because he is a SAHD. He disowned my mom for 'marrying a monkey'. The only member of the family he likes is me, because I am 'his only legitimate heir' since I am white.

I hate my grandpa. When I was younger, and he used to visit, he would always spout some anti-black, or anti-jew, or anti-Mexican propaganda. He would also loudly say how much he hated my 'monkey dad'.

However he is a rich jerk. Idk exactly how much money he has, but he lives like a king. Since he disowned my parents, not a cent of the money found it's way to us. We are poor.

He just got diagnosed with cancer, and he will die in 9 months. I want to say 'good riddance and the world is a better place'. However, he announced that he is writing his will, and I want to be on it.

My plan is to visit him in the hospital everyday until he dies. I will listen to his stupid world views and racist comments. I will agree with him, and express my own hate (this will be a lie of course). I will talk BS about white supremacy, etc.

Then I'll be in his will, and inherit a ton of money, which will pay for my college. I'll also give some to my parents.

My mom is all for it, but my dad is against it, saying he doesn't want me around that POS.

Edit: If I get the money I will give 25% to charities, 25% to my dad, 25% for my mom, and 25% to me to help pay for college.

Edit: I have white skin, so I pass as white. I believe that is what my grand sperm-doner means

Edit: I have taken your advice and talked to my dad about it more. I explained that I only wanted the money to improve our quality of life. He's not quite convinced, but he's warming up to it, especially when he found out that I'd want to find some way to donate some money to charity. I've decided that I won't suck up to my grand sperm-doner without my dad's blessing, and if I get the money we will decide how to use it as a family. I'll post an update once we decide what to do.

Edit: I have my dad's blessing I will go ahead with sucking up to my grandpa

TL;DR: I am sucking up to my racist grandpa to get into his will

In my city, there are a lot of ticket inspectors in the city trains. I have a yearly ticket, so no problem for me. When the inspectors announce that they want to see everyones ticket, most people get out theirs immidiately. I on the other hand wait until the inspectors walk up to me, ask me again to see my ticket and then I take a long time "finding" and producing my ticket for them to inspect. Delaying them might give someone without a ticket the chance to leave the train at the next station without being caught. Why do I do this: public transport prices get higher almost every year, while wages (especially the lower end of the spectrum) stagnate. If you earn 9 € an hour, a 3 € ticket hurts a lot, so I can understand that some people go on the train without a ticket, and (IMHO) they don't hurt anyone, and most people that can easily afford the train fare don't mind paying the tickets - like myself. So I don't think the few driving around without a ticket hurt the system and do so mostly because they cannot afford it. The ticket controllers are annoyed by my behavior (I think they even get a bonus when catching more people, and I don't have much respect for people that take this kind of jobs, preying on the (mostly) poor or the absent-minded that forgot their ticket at home.)

Its pretty simple and i have multiple ways of doing it. The one I do the most is setting up a fake profile on a various "arrangement" websites. When someone messages me something dirty or asks for nudes, I tell them I'm a minor. If the person stays I tell them to cashapp me money. After they do I block them and delete the profile and make a new one. I do a similar thing on Omegle and related sites. I make a decent amount of money and dont see the problem, what are they gonna do, report me?

Edit: I feel like I did leave out a rather important detail in and I realized that after reading your comments. I do report these guys to whatever website I am using and I have seen many profiles taken down because of it. Probably should of included it because it seems like thats important to judging. I have reported multiple pedos to the police anonymously, but its not like I ever actually sent photos so I'm no sure how effective it is.

This happend some years ago. I was working as a chef in a little cafe. One day a customer comes in asking if we have any vegan food for her, as there is nothing on the regular menu. Since it was saturday, I was already perparing some things for the sunday brunch and had just finished making a nice cous-cous salad. So I put a portion of the salad on a plate for the customer and thought everything was great. So five minutes later, I remember that I did in fact put some (but really only a little) butter into the salad (apart from that it was really perfectly vegan), but it really had slipped my mind when preparing the plate. Of course I felt bad. But because I thought it would not be beneficial to anyone - neither her nor us - ( and at least half of the salad would have been already eaten by then) I nevertheless decided not to tell the customer that the food she thought to be vegan had some dairy inside. If I would have told her, she might have been angry at us or the cafe, and also she would not have been able to enjoy her meal.

I have never left a review for anything on the net. Mainly because often, you have to create an account to do so and I just don't want to do that. Also, quite often, the review system for products at least is kind of rendered non-functional by false bought reviews anyway. The other reason is that (this is true for places like travel destinations or restaurants) I think a lot of places experience what is called "overtourism" and to draw extra attention to lesser known venues or sights by leaving a positive comment or review somewhere on the internet might not be beneficial.

But on the other hand, if I want to buy something or plan on going somewhere, I rely to some extent on reviews left by other people. So while I am not really willing to contribute myself, I nevertheless use reviews left by other people, and sometimes they are pretty helpfull and I am glad they are there. CMA!

TL:DR: I don't leave reviews on the net for various reasons but still look at other peoples reviews for help.

Hello darlings!

My name is Tahani al-Jamil. As you may already know, the name the name Tahani means "congratulations" and Al-Jamil means "beautiful" - so my full name actually means "Congratulations Beautiful!"

Growing up, I attended an English finishing school, the Hertfordshire School for Expressionless Girls, before studying at Oxford University and the Sorbonne in Paris, France. I'm also the author of the bestselling autobiographical and self-help book Get Out of the Spotlight.

In my book I reinforce the importance of gratuitous acts towards others and the significance of these actions in one's own well-being and self-awareness, after spending a year with monks to get in touch with my spiritual side. It was even well received by my fellow authors Malcolm Gladwell and Cormac McCarthy:

• "This book is so brilliant, I've decided to quit writing, because I'll never top it." - Malcolm Gladwell

• "Ditto." - Cormac McCarthy

One of my most impressive achievements was raising sixty billion dollars for a non-profit organization. But I confess my motivation for philanthropy was driven by my intense rivalry with my sister, Kamilah, which ultimately took my life when I attempted to pull down a statue of her at the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame.

So Reddit: Choose my alignment! Do I deserve to go to a good place in death for my philanthropy, even if my intentions were not entirely unselfish?

EDIT: This is for TaJ in LIFE, not after death.

Unless, of course, the other person requests that I do not save a conversation about a sensitive topic.

I'm very forgetful, so I find it frustrating to have conversations on snapchat that disappear, because that often leads to me forgetting the topic and the convo ending as a result. ADDITIONALLY, I don't like the idea of losing those conversations. I save a lot of my old text messages. I transfer old texts whenever I get new phones, and texts only auto-delete after chats reach 1,000 texts. Sometimes it's useful if I need to look up an address that my boyfriend sent me a while ago. One time I looked up a text conversation that led to a falling out from a friend ~5-6 years previously and realized that I was actually, in fact, not in the right. And started mending that relationship.

I can't search old snap texts like I can old text messages, but I still don't wan't to LOSE them.

My boyfriend's phone is set to delete all his texts after 30 days. And thinks I'm chaotic evil for hoarding snaps and texts like this. What do y'all say?

This was back a few years ago when I was working at a small mom&pop coffee shop during the summer before senior year in college.

I had been at this coffee shop the longest out of everyone besides the owner (the mom) and manager (her daughter) and was effectively an acting assistant manager. During the school year I only worked weekends because my school schedule was too busy.

My boyfriend and I had only been dating a couple months at the time and he's a year older than me so he graduated a year earlier and moved to a larger city a few hours away for a job. It was an office job so he always worked Monday through Friday, 9-5.

When I found out my boyfriend would be moving a couple hours away after graduation, I asked all of my coworkers (about 11 people) if they would be okay with me only working M-F and taking weekends off so I could see my bf. I made it clear that if there were ever an emergency or a staff shortage, I wouldn't have any issue covering a shift for someone. All my coworkers were okay with this and encouraged me to spend time with my bf. (seriously, I loved my coworkers and we all had good relationships with each other)

So I went to my boss, the owner, and asked her about my intended schedule and she told me it wasn't okay and that I couldn't set my availability to only being available M-F. I told her I'd already talked with all the coworkers, the people it would really affect, and thag they were all okay with it but she still said no. She told me that if I needed a weekend off of work for sure, that I should request it off.

I was pissed because even when I asked, she didn't give me a reason other than "I said no" as to why I couldn't set my availability like I wanted so I went to the time off requests book and wrote in every single weekend from when the summer started until the fall semester started. They had the policy where if you were within the first three people to request a date off, that you would be guaranteed the date off.

So I got every weekend off like I wanted but in a very spiteful way by playing by their rules. My boss was pissed but she still granted me the time off because no one had requested off time that summer at all. There were a few times I had to cover shifts for people for various reasons but otherwise I got my weekends off as planned.

So, as some of you may have noticed thanks to u/Emerald_Encrusted's post a couple of days ago... Choose My Alignment is back!

Around 9 months ago, there was a post and some comments on a post about child harm that got reported. For whatever reason, the existing mod team was not paying attention to the sub or its mod queue. When the reported (and honestly, infringing) post and comments languished in the mod queue, it ended up flagging something in the reddit system to mark the sub as being unmoderated. (I only know about the actual why since I could see the reports in the queue as soon as I got assigned as a mod.)

Apparently, this went unnoticed by the old mod team. A week or so ago, I decided to check back in on the sub I helped create but haven't been involved with for some time, only to see that it was banned due to lack of moderation. I immediately moved to request mod status within the sub to get it unbanned and back underway.

That said, things aren't all on the up and up. I left the mod team originally largely due to personal concerns, but also due to some small issues amongst the old mod team. It's entirely possible that the sub would not have been banned had I continued being a part of the mod team. Additionally, much of the reasoning for my departure from the sub was my own fault and poor character at the time.

To summarize: I've brought the sub back from it's previous banning, however it could easily be argued that the banning was, in part, my fault for causing issues and not staying involved.

So, everyone:

choose my alignment. DECLARE MY FATE

My wife Fiona and I have two living children (5F and 2F). And I really don't think I can handle any more. I have tried on multiple occasions to tell Fiona this and as of yet I have been unable to get her to concede her point on wanting more children. It's always me, the conflict-avoidant one, that ends up caving and 'agreeing' to have more children even though I secretly don't want any more.

When we had our ultrasound appointment, the nurse refused to show the screen to Fiona as she lay there. I saw it. I don't know if you're supposed to see movement, but I didn't. It looked almost exactly like the ultrasound experience of our last miscarriage when they showed us his body completely still and unmoving. At that moment a spark of hope flared up in me, and I began to wonder if we'd had another miscarriage and I was off the hook. The ultrasound technician told us they had sent our results to our pre-natal support worker (I don't even remember what the proper term is for this position, that's how little interest I took in the pregnancy to begin with), and told Fiona she would have to call her directly. That increased my hopes, because surely if the baby was alive, they'd have shared all of that with us directly at the ultrasound place.

So that's what we did. I can picture it vividly, Fiona sitting across from me, phone up to her ear, initially smiling when the support worker's voice came through on the other end. I literally watched her face crumple as the support worker's voice continued to speak. I couldn't make out the words but I knew of course what had happened. I held my wife's hand as she broke down right in front of me.

And yet, I didn't feel a string of pain myself. Sure, I felt empathic pain in the sense that it really bothered me to see my wife in such a miserable state. I don't like seeing her like that. But behind my mask of empathy, my internal voice was shouting, "Yeeeehaaaaaw! We escaped! We're free we're free we're freeee!" The first moment I got alone, I did a happy stretch and a small jig. And even now, as my wife has recovered, I'm trying to figure out a way to get out of making her pregnant again. Because I know that she's going to be wanting to try again.

I fully recognize that this makes me a bad person. I should be devastated at this 'loss.' I should be there to support my wife more. Instead, here I am, enjoying life and moving on as if nothing happened.

So, CMA. Where does 'not caring about losing a child' put me on the alignment spectrum?

I was telling this story recently in the comments of an even worse story and thought it would be of interest to this sub.

My grandmother told me on the phone that she'd sent me £20 in a birthday card, but I had just moved house. I had left a forwarding address but the card hadn't been redirected, so I went back to the old house to ask for it. No-one in. Hang on, I thought. I still have a key. So I let myself in and checked their kitchen bin. Yes, my grandmother's card, opened. There was also a letter in the envelope with some news in it about some relative dying. Who puts that in a birthday card? 'Happy Birthday, Ask Not For Whom The Bell Tolls, For It Tolls For Your Great Uncle Ted, You Know, The One With The Hair." He was an interesting fellow – he was married for 50 years and when his wife died he immediately got together with his ex from before he met his wife. Had she waited all that time? He did have amazing hair.

Anyway, it was something I would want to know about, as well as wanting my £20, and the guys in the house had binned it. So I left it in the bin and came back later and there were two guys there who said they hadn't seen a card. Well! I said maybe it had been thrown away, could they check their kitchen bin? We went into their kitchen. (Tactically, this was an error on my part, in case a fight broke out, but at the time I thought, there's only two of them, as I used to think I was Conan the Barbarian - whereas realistically I was just a fat D&D nerd who knew some kung fu.) One of them checked the bin and said the card wasn't there.

I said, "I know it's there because I let myself in before you got home. Where's my £20?" He was afronted and told me that I was "a bit cheeky", but he couldn't really claim the high moral ground after stealing my £20 and lying about it. So he gave me the money and I left.

Do tell me my alignment just based on this incident but let me assure you that I would not do this again. I have more respect for people now and for the sanctity of their houses. Also they made me give them the key.

I have always done it this way since I was a kid and I find it oddly reassuring to see where a page has been dog-earred in a book I’m rereading because I remember the times I read it before.

CMA?

Edit: I only do it for my books and only my non-collectible books

When driving and being tailgated, I’ll slow down 1-5 MPH. My rationale has to do with giving the tailgating driver more reaction time, but CMA?

Hey all. Hope you're having a great day.

Obligatory mention- this was pre-COVID. There was a potluck event which had about 100 people present and each family was requested to bring something. My wife wanted us to bring a large pot of spaghetti and thus asked me to prepare it.

As I was spicing the meat I laid my eyes on the Cayenne powder. I normally make my dinners spicy because I like that and my family can handle it. But I knew that these exceptionally white people at this event were unlikely to be able to handle spice very well. Finances were tight at my home at that time, so I decided to give an ample amount of cayenne to the spaghetti pot. My calculation was that, since the spaghetti was spicy, fewer people would eat it, and I'd be free to take most of it home- effectively getting free food from the potluck and additionally not sacrificing much of our own contribution.

So I labelled the spaghetti clearly, letting people know that it was spiced with cayenne so they could conveniently avoid it if they didn't care for spice. And sure enough, barely 1/3 of the spaghetti was eaten. So we got to take the pot home afterward and have spaghetti meals for the rest of the week. No one complained about the spiciness and while most of the dishes were eaten almost gone, ours wasn't eaten nearly as much from.

So, CMA. Indirectly I created a nice spicy dish for those who enjoy spice at the event (there was no other spicy food), and simultaneously took care of myself.

Alright, obligatory this was many years ago, but this subreddit seemed like a fun place, so here I am.

About 4 years ago, I used to work at a place of about 50 employees that had a friendly, but overbearing, HR team. They decided to do this employee program in which, on an employee's birthday, they would buy them a low-quality store-bakery type birthday cake and put it the lunchroom fridge for the birthday employee to take home or share or eat. One of those cakes you could probably buy for $8 or less from a Walmart.

We had a week in which two employees both had a birthday, and I noticed after several days that their cakes were sitting in the lunchroom fridge, untouched. So I waited about a week, saw they were still untouched, so I snuck the cakes home on my next shift, and to cover my ass I messaged the HR head and told her I had thrown the two cakes out because they weren't safe to eat anymore (in the fridge "too long"). This went off without a hitch, so I knew I was onto something.

The next time it was an employee's birthday, I went into the lunchroom to see the cake was indeed untouched in the fridge. I gently pushed the cake container to the back of the fridge and put a few other items in front of it so it was harder to see. The cake went forgotten, and a week later I took it home (no more bothering to message HR, I knew the food-safety story would work).

This became my running routine for about a year and a half; hiding employee birthday cakes in the back of the fridge and stealing them a week later. I should clarify that I wouldn't take the cakes if I saw they'd been half-eaten or if they were taken before the one-week mark. Any indication that the birthday employee knew of the cake meant I didn't steal it. I figured it was not as reprehensible if the intended recipient didn't know what they were missing anyway. I would bring the cakes home and share them with my wife. Since we were tight financially at that time, it was a welcome treat to have a bi-weekly cake in the house. This went on until HR took a survey about various things they were doing, and found out that most employees were suspiciously unaware of the birthday cake program and/or had never bothered to eat their cake. The program was scrapped and I was never implicated.

TL;DR I stole cakes from the staff fridge after being certain that the birthday employee had forgotten about the cake.

So, I'd love to know my alignment on this particular situation.

My wife, Fiona, kept insisting that she get me something for my next birthday (which is a long way off), and I kept telling her I didn't need anything. Because I don't. I have everything I need and it seemed like a waste of money to buy things I either would not use or would not appreciate.

She kept insisting and saying, "I should be allowed to celebrate the most important person in my life on his birthday." I realized it was a losing battle so I responded, "The only thing I want is for you to dye your hair natural red."

Then Fiona got all quiet, because her hair is blonde. I have never said anything negative about her hair in the past, and only ever complimented it. She knows that I think red hair makes a woman more attractive, and she is well aware that I have a close female friend who has red hair. But she has also told me she never wants to dye her hair because it's unhealthy for the hair. So it was a bit inconsiderate, but I also was hoping that because she wouldn't ever dye her hair, that this is an emphatic way of saying, "Please, do not get me anything for my birthday."

Now she has gone to bed early and didn't want to speak about the subject any further.

So, CMA. Where does rejecting a gift, in favor of suggesting the giver dye their hair, fall on the spectrum?

Recently I was part of a cooking contest with our work team at a staff retreat. We were given a basket of random ingredients and had to make a dish with it. Think like a cooking show but just with regular people, not chefs. There were no prizes, just 'bragging rights' for the team that won. Although realistically we'd all ultimately forget this whole thing since it wasn't a big deal and just a fun game.

We were split into teams. My team included our strategically-minded website manager and our shy and soft-hearted systems integrator, and myself. It took a lot of effort and coaxing to get our integrator out of her shell and to be bold in the kitchen, but ultimately we encouraged her to do so and she had a good time. I was determined that we had to win so that we could show her that taking risks is a good thing and it's okay to make bold moves with our team.

Once the meals were ready each team had to nominate a judge to judge the other teams' dishes. Then we had to give 1-10 scores on taste, presentation, and utilization of basket ingredients. I was nominated to be the judge from our team.

As one of the judges, I couldn't judge my own team, but I also didn't want to judge the other teams consistently high or consistently low since the former would reduce our odds of winning and the latter would look suspect. So I made sure that I put each meal on blast in at least one of the categories.

My team ended up winning the competition by 1 point in total, which means that had I not been strategic about this we would not have won. Our integrator was overjoyed and incredibly proud of herself for her part in the dish we made.

So, CMA. What's my alignment for modifying my adjudication scores in order to boost my own team's overall ranking?

Worded better, I use their pronouns and name even in contexts where it isn’t probably grammatically necessary.

This occurred during 2020-2021 obviously, during the Covid crisis. I was fortunate enough to be deemed essential by my employer, a company of about 50 people, to keep my job and not have to take any relief payments.
The workplace implemented a protocol using an applet that had a basic questionnaire on it (do you have symptoms? Have you been in close contact? Did you travel outside the country in the last x days? etc) and it would give you either a Green Checkmark or a Red X as to whether you could go to work that day or had to call in sick. The applet was poorly designed and took upwards of 10-15 minutes to actually complete due to it's bad design. We were told by our manager that we were to run the applet on our personal mobile phones daily, and show the applet Checkmark result to security before they would let us in the building. Yes, it was 'safe', but it was also very inconvenient.

I took a screenshot of the Green Checkmark result from the applet, and began showing that to security each day when I arrived. This saved me 15 minutes of time and allowed me to continue working without incident. I should add that I never used this screenshot to go to work when I was actually sick with obvious Covid symptoms- solely to bypass the arduous process of using the applet.

So, CMA in this situation?

This was...good lord almost 20 years ago now but a fun (maybe) story that the sardines guy reminded me of.

When I was in high school, I was extremely awkward, shy, and nerdy. I was not a popular kid and got bullied a lot. Somehow, one of the popular-ish kids, Patrick, started hooking up with me. But he was embarrassed and didn't want his friends to know. He would hook up with me at his house and then pretend not to know me at school. Wouldn't even make eye contact in the halls, pretended not to know my name, the whole gambit.

This arrangement didn't last very long because frankly it didn't feel good.

Fast forward to the next year, my senior year. One of Patrick's friends was a guy named Jesse, whom I'd had a crush on for ever. I got to know Jesse through another friend, and Jesse and I started sort of dating. Not officially but he was really nice to me and not ashamed if his friends knew, and I knew he was planning to ask me to Homecoming. I had never been asked to a dance through all of high school and was excited to finally have that experience. But Patrick, knowing fully well that Jesse was planning to ask me, beat him to it and asked me first because suddenly he was interested. (Eye roll.)

I didn't say yes right away. I asked Jesse if he would still go with me if I told Patrick "no," and Jesse said he would not, because the two of them were friends and he hadn't realized Patrick was into me. I was incredibly disappointed. But I also knew nobody else would ask me and it would be my only chance at a high school dance. So, with some reluctance, I told Patrick yes.

Now Patrick was a rich boy who had a classic, old-model volkswagen beetle with a rebuilt, souped up chrome-plated engine. And he was obsessed with that car. He would show it off to everyone. I knew he would be picking me up in this prized car. So in an act of very petty revenge I picked a dress for the dance that was covered in glitter. It sparkled head to toe. I absolutely intended for him to still be finding glitter in his car years later. From what I heard, it worked.

So, CMA for my act of petty revenge for my silly teen drama from two decades ago. I bet there's still glitter in that car, wherever it is.

Edit: length/ease of reading

(This story comes from the "before times" - some time last winter.)

Our local YMCA is pretty nice. There are a ton of classes, pretty decent cardio and weight rooms, indoor basketball, a swimming pool, etc. It's basically half-community center, half-gym, so there's always a lot of kids around, although under-18's are specifically banned from the exercise rooms.

My (31F) usual habit was to show up to my karate classes a half-hour early so I could run a quick mile on the treadmill.

One night, I arrived in the cardio room to find every treadmill occupied - which was unusual for that time of day, but not a big deal. I waited a minute, then jumped onto the first available machine. I should add at this point that I was in a terrible mood that night.

Most of the treadmills were taken up by one family (ages are obviously guesses): 40M dad and 10F daughter walking sedately side-by-side in the back row, 15F jogging on the far left in front, 12F in the middle, and 17/18M walking on the right. Then me to his right.

I wouldn't have cared about the kids in the room, but the 12-year-old was being obnoxious - cranking it up to the max speed and straddling the track, shrieking with laughter. Her siblings to her left and right would chastise her and she'd settle down for a minute, then be right back to it. In the ten minutes I was in the room, this happened probably 5 times.

Well, I did my mile, then went to the locker room to dress for class, but stopped by the front desk on the way there to let them know a bunch of kids were using the equipment. I felt a little bitchy about it, since I was done with my workout and they were the only ones left in the room at that point. While I was waiting in the lobby for class to start, I saw the whole family trudging toward the exit and felt a little bad. Actually, I hid, because I don't like confrontation.

I suppose I feel bad because I think moral alignment has a lot to do with motivation, and here my motivations were probably 95% petty irritability and 5% not-wanting-to-see-a-12-year-old-crack-her-skull, because you really shouldn't play with a treadmill at full speed. Also, in a perfect world, I probably would have spoken to them first before tattling.

So.... CMA?

So the voting on some of the posts can at times be pretty polarized, especially on the good-evil slide. What happens is that half the people will vote "good", half the people will vote "evil", so in the end, the final judgement is "neutral", which none of the voters actually think is the right aligmnet. For very controversial posts like that, should there not be a different judging system? Eg. Final judgement "chaotic good vs. chaotic evil" instead of "chaotic neutral". You could set firm mathematical boundaries as to what counts as controversial enough, e.g. if average voting for one of the slides (good-evil, lawful-chaotic) results in a "neutral" judgement, but less than 5% of the votes actually voted neutral for that slide, you will get a split judgement instead of the average value.

Weird title yet fitting (?)

So my boyfriend is a serial phone killer. He drops them a lot, cracks the screens within days/months and always has to buy a new one within a year. Despite that he consistently refuses to buy a case.

His phone died last week and he asked me to buy him one through my Amazon account (I have Prime, he doesn’t). After he chose the model he wanted, he told me I could choose whichever color I pleased since he didn’t care. I chose to buy him the pink version, knowing full well he wouldn’t stand going around in public with a pink phone because ya know .... PiNk Is fOr gIrLs.

Well the phone arrived today and upon opening the box he did not complain about the color that he called “an interesting choice”, but we’re now going to the phone store to get a case.

Edit: for clarity

Alright so this seems pretty benign, but I'm trying to dissociate the thoughts from the behaviors and see what's more important here.

You guys probably already know me. I'm the idiot that has a really messed up life and is a horrible person. I know someone's going to tell me that yet again in the comments, and I deserve it- so go ahead.

My wife, Fiona, has been away for the past 3 weeks in another part of the country, visiting her family and childhood friends. She took the kids with her. The last time this happened, a year ago, I had a blast and forgot all about my family. I thought this time was going to be the same and was looking forward to it.

But two days after she left I was hanging out with some friends, and one of them asked me, "Do you miss your wife and kids?" And I was like, "Nope!" without hesitation. They all looked at me like I was some kind of horrendous monster, but it was too late to backpedal. Later, one of the guys approached me alone and told me I really need to think about my life choices and about how I view others in my thoughts. He warned me that I was poisoning my own spirit by thinking this way, and by being so self-absorbed, and that this vice would ultimately destroy my life if I didn't crucify it like the sin it was.

I wanted to push his words under the rug but I couldn't stop thinking about it. I realize that my discontented and self-absorbed heart is going to destroy my relationship with my own family and possibly others around me. So I decided to, even though I didn't feel like it, try to change my ways. Fiona didn't expect me to contact her other than good morning and good night, but I made a point of video calling her every morning and seeing her and my daughters that way every day. Honestly, there's a part of me that hates the shit out of this and doesn't want to do it. I keep wondering if I should just... not. But I can also tell that Fiona and my children love seeing me every day, and they're excited to come back home in a few days.

TL;DR Decided to keep in contact with my family while they were away, even though I really didn't want to.

So, CMA. Where does something like this fall on the alignment spectrum, when you're doing something that's technically good but you actually don't want to do it?