It’s crazy how the other options don’t even cross my mind.
The fact stands that I don’t have to kneel. I don’t have to follow the routines, the orders, the reminders. I don’t have to abstain when I’m told and I don’t have to indulge when I’m told, either. I don’t have to reach the standard that is expected. There’s room for slippage and for coming up short.
But that never occurs to me until it’s pointed out later. And, by that point, I don’t want to think about the other options at all.