Aside from the fact that it’s a fun-sounding word, it puts the very thing I despise into a single word, or almost. I don’t necessarily hate everything arbitrary, but I do hate when arbitrary things hold people back.

Especially arbitrary rules.

Arbitrary rules make my blood boil.

They hold people back from pursuing their dreams, from making their lives easier, and they’re just plain dumb.

Don’t think this means I hate all rules. They’re great when they’re based on reason and make the world a better place.

Don’t run with scissors, understandable.

Sneeze into a tissue or your elbow, of course.

Use a question mark at the end of a question; we don’t want any miscommunications happening now, do we?

But, “I can’t start a website yet”, “I can’t just go up and talk to them”, “You have to do things the way they’ve always been done”, “You have to post content consistently”, or “You have to have a niche”, are all fake rules made up to limit your own mind.

I’m not immune to arbitrary rules, although I have been working nineteen diligent years to avoid them by being the annoying kid that asks “Why?” whenever I’m told to do something.

I think karma tried to get back at me by giving me a little brother that also does this, but it backfired because now we just figure out the why’s together.

I pester all my friends and family to challenge the made-up rules holding them back whenever I catch them in the act.

But it’s harder to catch yourself.

Whenever I do, I want to yell at the world, “THERE ARE NO RULES!!”, under my breath, “arbitrary ones, that is”.

Instead, I quickly set out to do exactly what the arbitrary rule told me not to do or rebel against what it told me to do.