it sounds so noble. that courageous person who sees a wrong and can’t sit idly by and let a moment pass with out change. in reality, it feels like crap! a stomach ache. sleeplessness. concern for the people involved. it occurs to me as i pull the whistle from my lips and the shrill sound fades in my ears, that it has more to do with being obsessive compulsive. an inability to walk past the rumpled rug with out straightening it. i can’t let something go when it doesn’t sit well with me. oh that i could, it would be an easier life. a while ago, i wrote that it’s not that i don’t care about other people’s feelings, it just that i am incapable, or unwilling, to put them before my own sense of right and wrong.
as uncomfortable as it is to have the whistle blown on you, know that the blower is not sitting pretty on a barrel of sunshine.