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Lost_Wanderer
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Ultimately? No. You can be influenced by the standards of others but in the end, only you get to choose the kind of maxim you live by. And if you fail that, do you think it’s so right to blame others for it?Are there any standards you believe in that aren’t of their own making?
Ah but if you come to me with a lecture on controlling my temper, do you honestly believe I’ll listen when I know your own history?I rather try not to lose my temper like that, but I’ll bet it’s going to happen again.
A common Christian adage is to live by example. But if examples alone are ought to be given slack, what good is this?
Do you at least admit that it doesn’t make you a good example and you at least apologize to anyone who feels disappointed in you? Because this is what I mean by making a case. I can’t just be expected to follow rules when someone not only breaks them but worse, denies that they did.It wouldn’t mean that I don’t believe in chastity. It wouldn’t even make me a hypocrite, because I’m still holding up
Apparently I haven’t met these people. Just people who give off false chastity. And yes, these give me a reason to prove my point.Most people are trying to live their lives, not to show off their chastity.
I’m sure some devout people do an honest work of maintaining chastity but I haven’t met them. Instead, I meet girls who tell me to respect their boundaries all the while they allow other guys to violate them.
The day I stop sticking my hand through their imaginary wall is the day they actually start building one and all the other guys are on the other side with me. (Funny part is that these same guys actually commend me for the scares.)
Well I’m afraid my experience has only been the complete opposite. There were days when I hoped that I can finally change because I met someone who would see me differently.People tend to live up or down to what’s expected of them. You can see it most clearly in children - children that are stereotyped as lazy or troublemakers don’t work as hard or act up more.
But that day never happened. I never met the kind saint who would turn my life around and save me from the vipers. Instead, I met myself: a man who starved himself because he thought it was the best way to get others to feed him. A man who broke his back and his heart to build other people’s walls at the cost of the stones that made up his own little kingdom.
And what did he get after all that? Absolutely nothing.
That’s why I don’t respect anyone who doesn’t do it for themselves first. Neither should I be expected to respect boundaries that they themselves don’t really believe in.
If people want rules. They should be the first to make them and follow them. I for one don’t make it my job anymore.