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Follow the Rules



I am a rule follower by nature. Maybe its part of my Obsessive Compulsive personality traits, but in general I follow the rules. They make me feel safe. I feel secure when I believe that everyone plays by the same set of rules I do. Rules of society, of humanity, and of common cutesy come second nature to me.

When I was a child I was terrified of breaking rules. I feared the unknown and known consequences. I lived in fear of crossing any lines and lived in a state of confinement defined by those I believed to be in authority. I believed that everyone lived by the same set of rules.

 Eventually I realized that people broke rules around me ALL the time. I realized that some rules were silly. Some rules I had for my behavior or others didn't always apply to every situation. I learned that sometimes rules could be bent slightly.

I learned that rules are not the restraints that others put upon us, but the boundaries we create for ourselves. Boundaries we set in our behavior, way of thinking, and attitudes that help us define ourselves and maintain the life we want to lead.


“I am free, no matter what rules surround me. If I find them tolerable, I tolerate them; if I find them too obnoxious, I break them. I am free because I know that I alone am morally responsible for everything I do.”