Standards Restood

Sitting with a few friends the other night, an R rated movie came up. The one friend said about the other, "But he won't come see it with me." I asked why and he said, "I have standards." Then they went on about how he's "so missionary" still but I sort of tuned out after that. I thought about how few standards the world has. Zero, really. And being able to keep any standard at all these days is really hard. As the friend later said, "Only recently have I realized the overwhlemingly pitiful feeling of compromising a standard I had previously thought to be quite black and white." I feel sad at myself for growing up so strong then deciding this standard wasn't That important. I tell myself I am not affected by anything these days, being so "exposed" to things in college, but heck, why not stay innocent? I think of how cool the people back in the day were, the ones who spoke properly and sat with great posture and drank tea and had amazing manners, and I wonder what their reaction would be to the media these days. I want to be more like them. I want to have standards, something most of the world has forgotten about. So here goes. I'm forgiving myself (something I am Not good at) for watching the few R movies I have seen, and am now moving on and will try my hardest to keep my standard as high as it was when I'd get mad at my siblings for saying "crap" or "suck" or "shut up."