There’s a rebel in all of us. Maybe there isn’t a revolutionary working to change the world. Maybe there isn’t someone who’ll put it all on the line to make big changes. Maybe we would just like to follow the rules sometimes.
No doubt that is true, but also true is the fact that sometimes it feels good to push back against the rules. I am not even talking about the big rules. It feels good to break even the teeniest and tiniest arbitrary ones. Sometimes it feels good be the small “r” rebel.
I am not talking about drinking all the milk and not telling anyone. I am not talking about not holding the elevator door for someone. I am not talking about parking in a disabled parking spot. Those things are just rude–though because that word also begins with a small “r”, I wonder if there is a connection…..
I am not talking about wearing socks with sandals. That’s just a fashion faux pas. I am not talking about drinking and driving, or the more modern texting in driving. Those things are just plain unsafe. Being the small “r” rebel isn’t about danger as much as it is about person liberty.
I think the small “r” rebel could order two desserts in a restaurant. I think a small “r” rebel could eat cake for breakfast, and breakfast for dinner. It isn’t the size of act of rebellion, but rather the size of the rebellion in the act.
I won’t tell you what I did. Not because it is so criminal or so daring, or even so original. It was none of those things. In fact, it was pretty banal. It is only upon reflection that I feel like I did the right thing. It is only upon reflection that I notice how good I feel about “sticking it to the man.” even though I do not know who “the man” is. I made the choices. I am in command of my liberty.
If you follow the rules most of the time, there is a definitely powerful feeling when you make the decision to stop following them. You’re asserting control over your life and over your individual character.
Sometimes, the path of more resistance is worth traveling for a while.