I’m not that strict

I’ve touched upon people who have come into my life who have been particularly strict. Well, I’m not that strict and neither are my parents. I’ve discussed how people who tend to be super strict I think originate from lower socio-economic backgrounds. It’s fascinating because people who are super strict put themselves at risk to a certain type of discomfort. Maybe the word is hate, maybe it’s another one that encompasses the loss of people in their lives because of the rules or of breaking them. 

Take vegeterianism, for instance. I’ve been sort of aiming toward a diet consisting primarily of vegetables, but I’ll sneak a piece of meat in every now and then. It’s not a black-and-white thing and I think for a lot of people it’s that way. But there are others who are super strict about exclusive vegetable consumption. I wonder what goes on in their minds because I’ve had to let go of people in my life who I’ve called friends and perhaps still care about because they are super strict. They have a need for rules, like a security blanket they can’t let go of. I’m just not one of those people. I don’t really care that much for rules. Maybe it’s the artist in me.