Constrain: (v) to compel or force someone toward a particular course of action
I stopped being political many years ago when folks pushed me to join a party. They constrained me.
I ceased being religious when I realized that I couldn’t just love my neighbor as myself, but needed to sit my butt down for an hour-long service of boredom, which I was supposed to pay for in the offering plate. They constrained me to be a church attendee.
I refused to be super-macho in order to prove to all the men and women in the world that I was worthy of consideration, though the constraint to do so was extraordinarily intense.
My thought has always been, if a candidate isn’t worthy to hold office, advertising him or her as one of your party does not increase his or her value.
Likewise, if God needs my money instead of my heart, then maybe He should go out and get a job.
And if hair on your head, hair on your face and hair on your balls is the symbol of manhood, then I would prefer to languish in the animal kingdom.
When anyone tries to constrain you to do something, using intimidation or threatening that if you don’t, you won’t belong, you won’t be saved or you won’t “get the chicks,” then you should smile and say, “No, thanks. See ya’ later. I have an appointment to talk with myself.”
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