My Life is Sin

My Life is Sin

My life wasn’t a sin, just independent
My life is a sin, because I respect
Traditions, religions, and pasts

European youth and early middle age  (mine)
Eastern European, Hungarian
The moral was different

And the morale was different than the present
Then I met with Western liberalism
Now my tradition is the sin  (In the West)

Those are the traditions that I respected
Love of God, church, nation, woman
I like women, so I’ll be arrested

This is a kind of Western moral psychology
Watching a woman on a train is sexual harassment
But an almost naked woman on a train is not a problem

(Direct sexual exhibitionism can also be sexual harassment.
If a man watches a woman like this, then he is a sexual criminal.
Oh, where is the truth? I think this is a very good question.)

I am using public transportation in London every day
I don’t watch women there, never. Because of English psychology and law
Oh, my friends! I am vomiting now! I feel dead bad!
I stay away from English women because of English psychology and law. And I respect the English law. I don't watch. Never!
I don't look at women of any ethnicity. And I don't talk to them! 
I respect the law!
(Sorry, self-censorship.)


Where is the Beginning?
Where are Eve and Adam??

My sin is my tradition
My sin is my grandparents
My sin is my parents
My sin is the ancient principles

My sin is
Not accepting
Here
The psychology
Copyright © | Year Posted 2025

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