Copy: (v) to make a copy of; transcribe; reproduce:
My mother was totally convinced of it.
You could not change her mind.
She believed if I hung around with bad kids, I would copy their behavior.
Why is it so much easier to copy stupidity than intelligence?
Why are we able to Xerox a bad attitude instead of making copies of good ones?
It is because all of us are basically frightened that we’re missing out on something. If we do too many good things, then we’ll never know how much fun the bad ones could have been. So we continue to pursue errant behavior, hoping it will bring a thrill, and then suddenly, without warning, we face the consequences of our actions, and are shocked when we either find ourselves defiled or dead.
Why can’t we have people who pursue joy, goodness, praiseworthy activities and creativity, who are secure enough that they could sway the sinner instead of slipping from sainthood to mediocrity?
I don’t know.
But my mother always felt self-righteous about being accurate concerning me hanging out with questionable characters.
I probably should have told her that self-righteousness is also a sin.