Sometimes I think back and realise that I must have been a very boring child. Sure, there's the whole story with how I abused my sister, but you know, when I was older. I remember that the first time I ever drew on a notebook for school was when I was 13. I never ran with scissors (as far as I know), I never coloured my hair and I always phoned home (ET phone home) when I'd stay over at a friend's house or when I was going to be late. I remember that my most rebellious act was flat-ironing my hair. Hazaa.
The worst part is that I can't really think of anything rebellious I've done since I grew up. Maybe question a teacher or sing really loud when my friends tell me not to. I'd love to say that "I protested against this..." and "I worked hard against that...", but if truth be told, I can't. Not without lying. I don't know why, but for some reasons I just don't believe in massive protests against things. I see it more as an inconvenience than anything else. Maybe that's why I don't do it. Maybe that's why I'm not rebellious - I just don't care enough. Or maybe I just don't see how it can make a difference when people smash windows and walk with big signs saying "we hate war".
I know that I've said this before, but I think that good saying are worth repeating. People should eat more cake. You try to have a fight with a person who just had a tasty cake and see how well it goes.
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