I could give you
comprehensive reasons but you couldn’t possibly understand them. Take my word
for it: the rules don’t apply to me.
Rules and social norms are
for other people, the hoi polloi, the great unwashed. I scoff. I scoff and I
sniff at them. Here is how I will behave.
Since I drive a BMW, my
stop signs aren’t really stop signs, so when we get to a four-way intersection,
I’m going to give just the barest butterfly tap on my brakes and barrel through
the intersection, even though you clearly got to the stop sign first, since I
drive a BMW.
I’m in group 8 to board the
plane, but I’m going to push my way into group 5 to board with people who were
on top of things enough to check in early, rather than doing everything at the
last minute and then rush around, disheveled and panicked, acting as if it’s
everyone else’s responsibility to accommodate them, like I do. Oh, and I’m also
going to stash my ukulele and golf clubs overhead and refuse to check either
one.
We’re just going to push
these three tables together here without asking and upset the careful order
that the wait staff has organized, and we’re also going to substitute every
menu item for another menu item and we’ll also all need separate checks.
Space is at a premium here
but I need a separate chair to put my bag on so even if you’re exhausted and
need somewhere to sit, don’t even think about taking that chair because that’s
the bag’s chair.
I’m just not paying taxes
because the collective interest only exists when it benefits me, and here is a
crappy, toddler-drawn Gadsden flag and some magical thinking about gold fringes
on American flags to rebut any counterargument.
My text to my friend, an
RSVP to a BBQ a month from now, really can’t wait, so I’ll do it while
negotiating this curve at 65 mph in the rain, since when they say texting while
driving is dangerous, they’re obviously not talking about me.
Please make a note of the
preceding.
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