Face it, life imposes all sorts of restraints on us. Such as picking up our litter, not running red lights, or shooting someone. Most people are against murder. Just say no. So restraining from killing people is not much of a hardship. But other restrictions such as speed limits where there’s no traffic, or the guff you get nowadays when you want to put two spaces at the end of the sentence, seem harder to bear.
So, why voluntarily impose rules on ourselves?
Why closet your innermosts desires or joys?
Why ride a motorcycle that looks like the traditional motorcycle?
Ride a chopper that says, “This is me, at last this is me. I love it.”
Ride a motorcycle that looks like a grasshopper.
Live large.
You need to see #40
– Paul De Lancey, The Comic Chef, Ph.D.
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I’ve been putting three dots at the end of sentences for a long time now so I massively understand rebelliousness…