Since I was a child, I have always hated being confined by the norms of society. These unwritten rules have always irritated me endlessly, especially those that seem ridiculous or make no sense to follow.
Some would say I’m just a rebel, but I just hate certain events that society lives by like a book. For example, why does it matter if everyone gets up when the bride walks down the aisle? Why are people so concerned about whether a baby is a boy or a girl? Or, better yet, why don’t people like talking in elevators?
The following is a list of social norms that I refuse to follow regardless of my age and maturity over the years.
1. Sending Christmas cards.
Almost all families follow the tradition of sending cards with their family photo and annual announcements. They embellish in coordinating or matching colors, but I always thought these cards looked fake. Almost everyone is exaggerating what the year has in store for them, and when do families walk around looking so pretty and poised?
2. Celebrate Valentine’s Day.
I have always believed that this party is entirely built and controlled by Hallmark. Everyone burns out to spend money on flowers, chocolate, and other romantic items for loved ones. My main question is why celebrating a birthday isn’t enough? Why is this day dictated to be full of love and romance? To be frank, the holidays are just overdone and people should show their love and affection to each other 365 days of the year.
3. Don’t read the last page of a book until you’ve finished.
I must be the spoiler type, because I love reading the last page of a book before I’m even done halfway. I’m just really excited to find out what happens to the characters, if all goes well, etc., which I need to know right away. Most people prefer to read page by page. Me? I like the ends.
4. Wanting to be treated like a lady all the time.
I admit it’s good to have guys opening doors for me and sometimes paying for my food in restaurants. However, I also like to be noticed for other things about myself besides being a girl. Sometimes it doesn’t matter who pays, who keeps the door open, etc., for me.
5. Black is only reserved for goths and funerals.
If this turns out to be true, society must either regard me as someone who attends a funeral every day, or as a real gothic chick. I have been wearing this color constantly since I was young. Not only does it go with any outfit in my wardrobe, it also seems to brighten up.
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