Really?
Today I came across an article about a man who wrote a song about a man he had shot twice. Nothing out of the ordinary (in the “hip-hop” world), correct? Incorrect. The man decided to use the victim’s name in the song, stating: “Chad Blue knows how I shoot.”
So eventually, Chad Blue recognizes his attacker’s voice on the track, and goes to the police. A judge has now sentenced the rapper, Rico Todriquez Wright, to twenty years in prison and twenty years on probation. Sucks to be Rico. But, one could also argue that life sucks for Chad Blue as well. I mean, although the tough man Rico is in prison, poor Chad was still shot. Twice.
By the way, you can read the full article here.
You know, it bothers me when people do ignorant things like this. It raises the question: “Do they think they will get out of this without consequences?”.
Anyways. Today was a pretty good day. I got to school in six minutes. First period was chill. My two friends who sit beside me have been out of class for two days, but today one of them decided to show up. He explained to me that he showed up because he had made a “pinky-promise” with me the other day with the promise that he’d show up the next day, and he did.
This got me thinking about “promises”, like, in general. What is a promise? Why is it so bad to break one? Why does a promise hold more value than something that isn’t? If I simply told someone I’d bring them a piece of candy the following day, and didn’t bring it, why would they be angrier if I had promised them that I’d bring them a piece of candy and I didn’t? Why do many people feel that if they insist that you have “promised” them something, that you should feel more obligated to do it?
