AbsurdBeats

So here’s the other side to my nice, little, ‘enough-with-the-rules-already’ post:

• Don’t walk out of a building heading right and looking left
• So you don’t want to lose your primo spot in front of the door on the train. I get it. But can you at least stand sideways when people are trying to get on or off the train?
• Litter, people, stop littering!
• Don’t stop on the top of the stairs at Bowling Green station during rush hour to answer your phone—step to the side!
• Don’t stop in the middle of a busy sidewalk to do. . . whatever—step to the side!
• And can we talk about those monster golf umbrellas?
• Gum-cracking? Chewing with your mouth open? Just, no.
• . . . et cetera

I am a tyrant at heart—at least on Mondays, Wednesdays, and alternating Fridays. These rules make sense, so that if only everyone would follow them, we’d all be muuuuch better off.

See how that starts?

Were I not curious—curiosity is one of the more anarchic sensibilities—I’d be completely out of control trying to wrangle everyone under control.

Some of us are temperamentally balanced, others, well, we gotta work a little harder at it.