Lunch talk turned today to the Pirates exhibit at the Science Center and what a co-worker thought of it.
He said, "I had to remind my nephew that: pirates? Not really good people."
But we love pirates, don't we? We love them because they are rule-breakers, rogues, they do what we wish we could.That's what I've always understood.
But lately, I've started to realize just how many people I know are rogues and rule-breakers.
A person who defiantly sneaks past security, because she's too important to be bothered with it.
An employee who parks in visitor's parking, because he's special.
Someone who doctors her son's report card to get the good student insurance discount, because she's never gotten a break.
It's not like I'm keeping a tally of who does wrong, it's more like I watch someone with a swagger, someone with a little confidence boost, someone with a spring in their step, I say, "So what's up?" and they always wind up telling me how they pulled one over on the Man. Because, as they say, "I am too good for this shit" or "They'll make an exception for me."
Because they are special. And I've been thinking, exactly what makes you special? Because you think you are? Like ... everyone? Everyone who says, "It's better to ask forgiveness than permission" and "Rules are made to be broken?"
One of the Numbered once said that I had "been a rule-follower" when she met me, but that I'd grown out of that. I don't think I have. At least, I hope any rules I break are out of laziness, cowardice, even stupidity, just as long as I'm not breaking rules out of arrogance.
Perhaps this is a fork in my personal path. Maybe if I make a different choice I'll be one of those housewives who take up shoplifting because they like the feeling of superiority it gives them. Or, maybe I'm just frustrated by the latest rule I have to follow: the one that says I must pass the Huge Financial Test of Futilitude for my job.