I had a terrible nightmare last night. I lived in an all female house and my roommate was Angelina Jolie. Don’t get me wrong, just that probably would have been enough to wake me in a flat panic, but that wasn’t the really terrible part.
You see, she was a horrible rule-breaker. She ran around in sleezy undies in the public areas, smoked pot out our window, played loud music at all hours, and didn’t give a hoot about how her actions affected anyone. It drove “dream Keri” crazy!
I jolted straight up out of a dead sleep with such a start that poor Potter flew about 5 feet in the air and then came to see what all the cold-sweat commotion was about.
Anyone who has known me a while wouldn’t be surprised, I guess.
Keri LOVES rules.
I colored INSIDE the lines as a little girl, thank you very much.
Even in my most rebellious teenaged moments, I was still the girl lecturing others not to trash the party-thrower’s house. I was a considerate rebel.
And in adulthood, I am a speed-limit-obeying, no white after Labor Day wearing, 15 items, NOT 16, in the express line, always considerate of her highrise neighbors, loud and proud rule follower.
I must admit, I don’t really get those who don’t follow rules.
Now before you get all worked up about all the great things rule breakers have done throughout history, let me say that I am talking accepted and agreed upon rules of behavior here. Not crazy dictator oppressive rules.
I like the rules that help everyone get along from day-to-day. That are designed to show consideration for others. I like the order and peace and calm that comes with them.
I like it when everyone is nice – and following the rules helps with that.
Dream Angelina was , truly, a nightmare.
I can’t get her and her evil ways out of my head.
Time to go cross the street WITH the signal and restore order to my world.