Stealing is wrong. You know that, I know that. I really know that. I have an almost pathological inability to steal. Once, when I was about eight, I went into a convenience store with my mom. We grabbed some snacks, and as we got ready to check out, I grabbed a 25 cent stick of gum. However, I don’t think my mom nor the clerk saw this, and as we walked out, I left wondering if I had just stolen something.
I couldn’t sleep that night. I had nightmares about stealing and jail and moral condemnation to hell and who knows what else. I freaked out a little bit. The next time I was in that stores, I tried to give the clerk my money, as a tip, but she wouldn’t accept it from a little kid. She didn’t know I was trying to right such a great universal wrong, and I wasn’t going to say I stole something, because I didn’t even know if I did in the first place. It’s been twenty years, but I still feel guilty and morose over a potential 25cent piece of gum.
Stealing, then, is unquestionably wrong. Piracy, for some reason, doesn’t have the same moral weight behind it. Continue reading