If you opened this post, I am happy to announce you are human.
Congratulations.
Why is it that, when someone commands us NOT to do something, we are invariably tempted to do it anyway – even if we weren’t interested in doing it in the first place?
I am a law-abiding lady, but a terrible rule-breaker. Who can help it when people with whistles are telling you:
You can’t swim with a face mask in a public pool.
Don’t walk on the grass.
Don’t try to go through a yellow light.
Don’t walk across the street on red, even if there are no cars coming from either direction.
Don’t enter the subway as the doors are closing.
Don’t sit on that wall – it’s dangerous.
Is it that the rules are petty or that we feel bossed around and mildly insulted by the micro-managing of strangers?
Perhaps the most glaring…
A blonde had just totaled her car in a horrific accident. Miraculously, she managed to pry herself from the wreckage without a scratch and was applying fresh lipstick when the state trooper arrived.
Nutsrok 