Rules to live by – Amana F

Rules to live by – Amana F

When was the last time you saw someone skipping in public? Skipping. You know, running with a light hop in your step. 5-year-olds don’t count. Never, right? Skipping is less effort than running, faster than walking, and much less humiliating than those bulky electric scooters… so why don’t we all skip in public?

Rules to live by. Humans are sheep. Not only are sheep and humans both emotionally complex (it’s true, look it up), but we also like to follow the crowd. No, wearing a stupid yellow north face puffer or choosing to do sailing over normal sports doesn’t separate you from the crowds. Realistically, we’re all the same. We choose our rules to live by, without actually discussing them.

Yes, we’ve got our country’s laws, like don’t drink underage and don’t go to taco bell without ordering cheesy fries. And there’s religious laws, like “Love thy Neighbour” and….. I’m sure there’s many more. But where did ‘do not skip in public’ come from?

There are some rules we live by that are unspoken. Don’t take the last cookie in the jar. Don’t leave your hair straighteners on. Don’t text someone ‘I’m on my way’ when you know for a fact you are not on your way, and probably won’t be for a concerning amount of time (guilty). Some of these rules are logical, but why not take the last cookie in the jar? You know you want it, and no one else is going to.

Be different. No, I’m not saying become a vegan or dye your hair pink. I mean go out and skip your lessons with your friends (not in the actual school block because that’s embarrassing, and you’ll fall over). Ask for ketchup yourself instead of whining at your parents to do it. Tell someone you don’t like their new haircut. All these little lies and tasks and rules that we think we must live by, but we don’t HAVE to live by.

Please. I just want to see someone skip across the parade square.

There is one rule we must actually live by though, and it really should be a law if you ask me: Never put butter in a Nutella sandwich. It’s just uncanny.