My entire life I have been a bit of a rule follower. Understatement. I am a nervous nelly who strongly believes that rules are handed down for a reason. The reason? To be followed.
Yesterday the hubs and I took a hike out at the Wind Cave Trail in Usery Pass. It was a beautiful day yesterday, and it was perfect for the hike. We made it up to the top in about an hour, and the view was incredible. What does all of this have to do with following the rules? I'm getting there.
When we got to the actual wind cave, there is a sign with a few simple rules to follow. The first: pick up your trash (easy - we had water bottles). The second: clean up your animal waste (easier - no animals in tow). The last: do not feed the chipmunks. People food is not chipmunk food (seriously. the sign spelled it out this way).
As Steven and I made out way to a spot to sit where we could rest before going back down the mountain, there was another group at the top sitting and eating snacks. The first thing they do? Throw saltine cracker bits toward the chipmunks. My reaction? Heart palpitations and trying like crazy not to tell them they were breaking the rules.
I don't know where this overwhelming urge to make sure the rules are followed has its roots. I've just always been that way. Perhaps this tendency also complements the type A in me. There is a certain way things need to be done, ergo I will do them in that manner and do them well. I will make sure the rules are followed so the powers that be are pleased with my work (as long as the rules are reasonable and do not ask me to do anything illegal).
What do you think about rules?
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