What Is Wrong With People’s Moral Compasses

I have no answers to this question, only more questions but for the most part, it appears as though people tend to think mostly of themselves and their own needs versus the bigger picture of the world in general.


I was sitting outside of a coffee place yesterday when a younger woman and her younger daughter got out of their car and headed towards a tree out in front of the place.  I couldn’t believe my eyes when she reached up and grabbed an entire branch of the tree, ripping it off.  She then proceeded to strip the entire branch of its leaves, dumping them onto the ground around her and hand the left over twig to her daughter.  The daughter threw a fit, wanting another branch further up on the tree, screaming, yelling and jumping during a giant temper tantrum.

The mother then went on to grab ahold of a higher up branch that she could barely reach on tip-toes, pull down the branch and ripped its living limb off of the stem, yielding a much larger portion.  This took a bit of work to do so.  More leaves on the ground as she bared its remaining branch and handed that to her daughter.

Please don’t get me wrong. I love trees but I’m not a tree hugger necessarily but to see this destruction and the resulting mess left behind so that a child could play with a couple of branches was beyond my tolerance level.  I leaped from my car to go towards the woman who was going for a third branch when she saw me heading towards her and stopped, got into her car and pulled away quickly.  Piles of leaves left behind and bared spots in the tree where she’d torn off a couple of good sized branches from it.


Upon getting back into my car, trying to breathe out the anger, another set of cars pulled into the parking lot.  This group got out of their vehicles and stood at the side, smoking weed.  A 7 or 8 year old child was playing in one of the cars while her mother and father were toking up.  The smell of “skunk” wafted across the parking lot and into my car while they continued to smoke up.  It was at that point that I had to leave lest I get charged with assault and I’m sure my blood pressure was through the roof.

What had me so angered you may be asking.

First off was that a young tree was nearly destroyed by a thoughtless parent whose child was throwing a temper tantrum.  Chances are, the branches went out the window of the car on the way or, they were dumped on the side of the road once home.  It’s highly doubtful that a 5 year old was going to do crafts with them.  The mess left behind was quite significant and had I not leapt out of my car, this woman would have gone for at least a third, if not more, branch.  It was a pure act of destruction for this woman to harm a tree so thoughtlessly so that her spoiled child could play for 5 or 10 minutes with branches.

Secondly, the group who were smoking weed, while still illegal where I live, were doing so openly, becoming obnoxious, ruining the enjoyment I had a right to have in my own vehicle with a tea.  The higher they got, the more obnoxious they became and was more than I could handle.  Worse than that though, was the idea that one of those people were going to drive a child in their car, higher than kites.

What someone else does should not impinge upon the rights of someone or something else.  Branch Lady with the spoiled child, should have told her child “NO!” plain and simply.  She saw nothing wrong with both half destroying a young tree for her child’s amusement but, also in leaving a mess on the ground where others had to walk and yet others, had to clean up behind her.  The Tokers can smoke up all that they want at home where their child doesn’t have to watch them do it but, also has the right to arrive home safely versus having no choice but to be driven by high parents in a car.  She had no choice and neither did that tree.

I cannot be the moral compass for the world and what everyone else wants to do or not do.  I can’t save every tree or each child from stupid parenting.  It’s not possible first of all and secondly, it’s not my job.  Lastly but, not least, these types of people don’t care what anyone else says.  Their own moral compasses are not there.  They are operating off of what they need or want instead.

As I headed out of that parking lot, there were a lot of morons on the road, cutting in and out of traffic, cutting others off, nearly causing accidents, stereos blasting to the point where they couldn’t hear an emergency vehicle trying to get through traffic with siren going full tilt.  They continued to block the intersection until someone else had to motion to them to move over and let it through.  It delayed someone getting help where perhaps, every second counted.  Why?  Because it’s what made them feel good?  Because it’s what they wanted?  Where were their moral compasses.

I was never so glad to pull my own car into the driveway yesterday, take the keys out of the ignition and get out.  Sadly, I was greeted by an ignorant neighbour who had cut their grass and was blowing the cut grass clippings off of their own walkway and onto mine, leaving them there for me to pick up or sweep up.  I gave them a piece of my mind and it’s since, been cleaned up.

Today, I’m sitting here, complaining about it all and yet, I still have to go out into that world and face more morons who will only think of themselves with moral compasses broken.

Don’t be one of them, please.

Blessings, Love and Light from my little corner of life to yours.

Have a great day or evening.

Published by ponderinglifetoo

I'm a wife, mother, artist, photographer and bookkeeper. I love writing out my thoughts in journals but, am finding my way to sharing these with others now.

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