So I was just on Heather's blog and I left a comment that I feel in retrospect is untrue for myself. You see, I pretty much always play by the rules.
I have never cut in front of someone standing in line. I fill in all the required bubbles with the proper marking utensil. If a coupon is expired even by one day, I don't try to use it. I have never cheated anyone out of money, unless you count this, which I don't. I use products in the manner they were made to be used, none of those warnings on the label apply to me. No one ever threw sand at me in the sandbox for taking the shovel. If a sign says "Do Not Enter" it doesn't even cross my mind to do so. I have never parked in a handicapped parking spot, even for two seconds.
Hubba-hubba was someone that when I met him, was a bit of a rebel. He was loud, egocentric, and drank a bit too much. Perhaps I am describing most twenty year old males, but I dont doubt that was probably why my goody-two-shoes self wound up liking him at first. He didn't seem to think a lot of rules applied directly to him, and I got a secret thrill out of being with him.
I look back at my younger days and wonder if a bit more rule-ignoring would have really hurt me. I suppose many people considered me stuck-up, or thought I was too good for everyone else. In truth, my parents finding out I had done something wrong scared the bejeebers out of me. I think my parents need to bottle and sell whatever made them so successfully discipline my sister and me. While everyone else was jumping the wall into the convent garden to get the kickball, I sat and watched, although I never snitched. Hey, I still wanted to have friends.
I'm not sure I have it in me to break the rules, to be honest. It seems to be a part of my core self. I don't think I would recognize myself if I found out I had been undercharged at the store and failed to point it out.
But I don't know if that makes me an upstanding citizen or a person with a stick up her butt.
If you ever meet me, let me know if I walk a little funny.