What Happened to the Moral Compass?
Once upon a time people had this thing called a ‘moral compass’. Once commonplace, in these modern times it has become a relic of the past. Something you’d find on the $2 table at Vinnies. Or for Free on Byron Swap and Sell. The Moral Compass comes from long ago when people were actually quite nice. Not because people are nice naturally. They’re not. People are by nature, self invested little narcissists. Me Firsts. It was the moral compass that helped steer us away from complete and utter prickdom. The good old Moral Compass helped you make challenging decisions. The kind of decisions that grown ups have to make every day. It was especially useful when self interest was so strong it affected your ability to make an appropriate choice. You’d say, ‘this isn’t what I want to do, but its the ‘right’ thing to do.’ Then you’d do it, and in the process become a slightly less awful person than you really were. It wasn’t always easy. Sometimes the moral compass made you do things that caused you discomfort like offer your seat to an old lady on the bus or pass up on the last cupcake. The moral compass might even stop you having an affair or lying on your tax return. The moral compass would make it difficult to walk past a homeless person and not offer them some warm chit chat, or a cup of tea, or a swig of your whiskey. Or a bed. The moral compass meant that when something happened and you saw it you had to do something about it. If you ‘accidentally’ reversed into someone’s parked car you’d leave a business card with your contact details, not a note that says ‘I’m writing this note so people think I’m leaving my contact details. So long fucker!’ If you hear a person screaming, instead of hiding behind the couch or turning up the TV you’d offer assistance. Or call the police. And if a boat full of asylum seekers turned up in your country you’d offer them sanctuary. I started to wonder what had happened to the moral compass. I wondered if having one is actually a disability. I still have mine. It’s not only embarrassing, it’s so irritating. I would be really successful if I didn’t have the stupid thing. I wouldn’t work so hard. I’d live off other people. I’d get to blame other people for my mistakes. I could steal jokes instead of having to live through shit and find the funny side. I could finally get botox and then tell people I looked this good because of yoga. And green smoothies. I could write a book on green smoothies and say that everyone should drink green smoothies all the time but have no actual evidence to back that up. I could join a pyramid money scheme. No, better than that, I could start one of those Women’s money circles and use my charisma to elicit cash from the vulnerable. Shit, I could I could put my house on air bnb for $700 a night. Hang on, I could put in a granny flat and sign the bit that says I’m not going to use it for commercial gain and then rent it out. Life without a Moral Compass is amazing. It’s all about Me. Me. Me wanting stuff. Me taking stuff from other people. Me keeping stuff that belongs to other people but pretending it was something I’d always had. Me lying. Me not sharing. Me crushing other people if they don’t agree with me. Me, basically being better than other people. Me taking photos of Me being amazing and then posting myself on instagram so other people without a Moral Compass decide they want to be me. Maybe I should have the Moral Compass removed. I could have it embroidered and try and sell it on etsy. It seems its more on trend these days not to not have one, or at least not one that still works. George Pell got rid of his. Donald Trump never had one and I’m pretty sure Malcolm Turnbull left his at the dry cleaner. I am not sure if the Moral Compass is actually surgically removed or if it just shrivels from lack of use. I guess I’ll just have to find out. In the spot where most humans once had a moral compass, now there’s just dust.