Guilt As Bullshit, Part Two

IN AN ARTICLE BELOW, the term "bullshit" was used to describe unwarranted guilt. A more delicate description might be "nonsense". Consider this. I started donating blood forty two years ago, because a gorgeous blonde girl friend suggested it. What better reason? I enjoyed the experience, lying and bleeding next to my love, and kept at it, having recently reached the lofty level of two hundred and sixty five donations, making me a member of the blood donors Hall of Fame. The girlfriend married somebody else, but I kept bleeding, year after light headed year. My best guess is that she did the same, wherever she went. Thousands of other, better people are still ahead of me on the home run list, and I demure to them, with enormous respect. Both my arms are scarred at the inner elbow, like those of a heroine addict, my badge of good citizenship. Somewhere along the way it was discovered that I have "CMV" negative blood, which means my juice is free of all viral matter, making me one in a thousand. My blood can be given to infants. So, they started calling me on special occasions. Then the blood bank suggested I become a platelet donor, because I am overrun with antibodies. Must be all the beer in college, which at once destroyed my brain but possibly enriched my blood. Hell, who knows? I can scarcely count the number of times I have been yanked out of a high school classroom, depriving the kids of their teacher, to drive like mad across town and bleed. One time I was halfway through a thirty minute drive only to be called and told that they discovered that I was ineligible, owing to too many recent donations. Driving towards the blood bank, knowing that stress will elevate blood pressure and result in being thrown out of the joint without helping the distant infant in ICU. That's pressure. So, I decided to retire, and turn it over to the next generation. That's guilt. Blind, unreasoning, nonsensical guilt. True bullshit.