Limits seem to be a fun topic on FL and around the various blogs right now, so I figured I’d be lazy and snag the topic for myself.
I’ve said in the past that I’m a no limit slave, but enough pedantic semantic-loving assholes came along and bitched so I amend that to a longer, less handy version: I have the limits my Owner gives me. He draws the lines in the sand, and He alone is allowed to decide if any of them ever need to be crossed.
Side rant: I don’t get why everyone uses the phrase “Drawing a line in the sand”. Isn’t there something a little more permanent we could draw that line through? Like, say, wet concrete?
I can already hear legions of web-idiots angrily asking their screens if I’d sacrifice my children on a barbecue or lop off my foot or rob a bank. Really, shut the hell up. How inane do you get? For the Christians among you, your damned God himself demanded a kiddie-bbq, for one of the dumbest reasons ever: show me you’d do anything for me. As for my foot: Well, I can honestly say that N would be very pissed if I had only one foot because He lopped it off on a whim; it would seriously impede my usefulness to Him. Rob a bank? I don’t think that will ever be a request. How would I serve Him from the lockup? Besides: it would leave Him alone with the kids. 😀
N runs on situational logic and limits. Something He’d never do in a normal situation might be called for due to an extreme situation or circumstance. He won’t give me very many “never”s. He doesn’t say “I’ll never have you cut off your foot” because He’d have to renege on that if I developed a condition that required medically-necessary amputation. Nearly everything is grey area to Him. His moral code requires Him to balance the pros and cons of a situation before making a decision on what the best route would be. I’m sure many people find this distasteful; they’re wrapped up in their own rigid moral codes and can’t imagine that a person who has such a fluid sense of “rightness” could be a good person. I’d suggest that if you can’t see that there are different circumstances to nearly every situation and you blindly insist on apply the same situation to every question, I’d be worried that I’d get swept into your dogmatic approach to life without ever being seen for the unique being I am.
I would place a lot less limits on myself than He does. I don’t mind. It’s a bit comforting knowing that He takes a more cautious approach to my health and safety than I would. And it’s a learning experience for me, because I didn’t grow up knowing how to set and respect boundaries. It gives me useful skills and helps me feel cared for and loved. If you care for and treasure something, you don’t just use it willy-nilly and let it burn out/up. You set limits as to how it can be used, and how it is cared for, and then use it within your own guidelines.
Well, that and N doesn’t feel like doing shit He doesn’t like, so those are His soft limits.
The laughable thing is I don’t have them written down anywhere, and neither does He. It wasn’t some elaborate discussion or fancy sheet(s) of paper. It’s tried-and-tested life experience, they wax and wane, and thankfully I am okay with that. 🙂