The Rebel Within

40 essays in around 100 words #20 (halfway there!)

I used to hate the part of me that wanted to rebel. I told her to sit down and know her place. I mandated her to only show up in non-controversial ways, like by not replacing an empty toilet paper roll (sorry roommates). A few years ago, I experimented with making peace with her. I realized she’s not scary, but actually pretty fun. She is the reason I don’t live in Kansas. She has often kept me safe. She helps me know when submission is not the right choice, even if it’s the expected one. I realized she’s a better friend than enemy.

The rebellious one bought the scooty. She also allowed a man to ride on the back. I can't control her.