Rules and Lists

This was originally meant to be a beginning paragraph on my main blog but I lost interest in writing three paragraphs so I ended it then decided to post it here instead so it would not go to waste:
      There is no such thing as a(n) (almost) perfect way to start writing anything that hints at philosophy, so for this blog post, there will be no proper beginning. I might as well begin with a simple sentence- I am sick of rules and lists. "Rules" apply to everything that restricts me in any way; however, the worst rule of all is "this is not a democracy, it is a dictatorship" at home. I am okay with doing what my mother says most of the time, but sometimes I just want to be reminded of what freedom is by definition instead of what she tells me it is. When it comes to lists, it is extremely difficult and stressful for me to have more than one task to do a given time. All the time I write lists up to three pages long of stuff I must do, things I want to do, and things I need. The lists never seem to disappear; they never seem to vanish from the back of my mind even if they are erased physically. Everyday I hear "do this, and this, and this, and this". I never hear, "just do this." "A", rules and "b", lists are life's greatest boundaries if "c", death is not available on the multiple choice test.