The Making of Decisions

I am Me and Everyone else is Them

I can still hear the words as if they were said yesterday. Just the words, where I heard them along the road from my first grade school. Don't you realize I am calling your mother a dog?

"So what?" I said within a blink. Whatever you say has no control over me or my mother. I took it somewhat curious he should think so. 

Later I figured he must be thinking his disrespect carried some weight beyond himself. What can I do with someone's respect? What can I do if he goes off and speaks to someone when I am not around? I cannot constantly control whatever everyone says even if I wanted. 

Then I would become responsible for them 24/7? Not me! I am my own self, not anyone else. I wonder if we are born individually or collectively, or perhaps we make that decision as children and subsequently forget it? 

Anyway, I am stuck with my decision. And I love my existence and the source of that existence no matter what.