Morality and its Regrets

Still not over from the shocks that were rendered with impersonating profile of a fellow facebooker. My throat choked at the mere thought of my classmate flirting with my kiddy cousin. I had to gulp lots of water to push it down my system.
The way she told me that life is all about having fun and experience the adrenalin rush through you; it all sounded as if i am retarded. She/he the impersonator made me feel that i lacked some sense organs in me.

That was still fine from her, since she is not related to me. But the stuff that she was talking about my cousin brother was indeed deafening to my ears. Good i stuck to my guns and forbid my ears to hear anything immoral on him. Now since it is out to all that the person was fake, i am wondering what he must be considering my naivety to..??

All sorted now, but now the question of being moral or immoral has taken me into consideration. Eventually it all had to be poured on to him. Poor baby, he is always the receiver of my eccentricity. Wish i had not stiffened gim before his meeting. Wish wish wish..If wishes were horses, indeed fools would fly...