Consistency that divides the fake from the real or something like that

I have been laughed at for my consistency when it comes to belief by someone who wouldn’t even weigh their own. I got tired of the consequences that would happen from following the pack and weighed what my beliefs were. Some did get upset and sometimes abusive breaking from them and to be honest, that is what cults do.

I have been consistent in my love of conservation. That is one area I have been consistent on. My love of conservation came from my document dad. Once I littered and he spanked me. I have always picked up after myself from then on. He taught me in hunting how to consider the herds numbers. He had a low opinion of trophy hunters and the whole animal was used. He also had a low opinion of those who fed the animals or used scents because he said they are unskilled hunters and weak. You should give the animal a chance and know how to track. Even through my bitterness I still remembered things and appreciated the wisdom.