It’s 6:30 am Sunday morning.
I am on the road. The light is red. I look left. I look right. There is not another mobile car in sight.
I can’t be the only parent who has been awakened by rambunctious children.
And where are the fishermen? Or Dunkin Donut makers?
Nope, the road is empty.
Next. I’m on a highway. It is three lanes, it is smooth, and it is flat. And empty. I know the speed limit. I’ve traveled the road many times before. 50 miles per hour.
But I want more
Go Speed Racer. Go Speed Racer Go Speed Racer, Go!
Why should I be constricted?
I ache to smash through the speed limit.
I want to break the law.
Be a rebel.
I wanna be anarchy.
While the lyric is from the Sex Pistols, the feeling is all mine.
Confines and limitations. Restrictions and restraints.
QUESTION: Would it be so terrible if I ignored traffic lights, stop signs, and speed limits on an early morning empty road? Really, what would be so terrible about that?
This qualifies as derring-do in a life of sedation. The life of a parent. The life of a government employee.
So, what do you say?
Don’t tell me that you other responsible parents haven’t felt this before. You want to do what you want to do.
You have your roles at home and at work. You fill them dutifully and gracefully. Yet sometimes, there’s that voice inside of you. Maybe it whispers or shouts.
But it speaks, and you hear it.
Would it be so bad to listen? Go ahead: Break the speed limit, buy the fanciful useless clothing, or eat the whole cake.
The next day will still come.
You’ll pick up the dry cleaning, help the kids with their homework, balance your checkbook. You will play the role of responsible adult.
But now for a moment. At least.
I want to break the law.
Image Courtesy of: Google Images: Stop Sign
I take exception to the “fanciful/useless” combo. No. Such. Thing.
Based on what I know of you, I can’t believe I have not yet seen you on America’s Most Wanted.
Just wanted to point that out.
Sorry for offending you. A little bit.
You know me, I’m all about knowing the rules so that you know how to break them! Of course, I totally prefer to get all my responsibilities done and then go hog wild and break the law! We are only here once and we aren’t promised tomorrow – what’s the worst that can happen? I say run the light, eat the cake and buy the clothes! Go camping, go hiking, go to the zoo! Work will always be there when you get back!
But do you really do this? You strike me as one who is responsible but also are in a rush.
Okay, I will eat the entire cake, but I won’t run a read light. I try not to do anything that would land my butt in jail! Beyond that – as long as I don’t end up with angry parents or the law at my door, I say “go for it!”
I will keep that advice/wisdom in mind.
Larry, the magnetic attraction of breaking the law is that we’re defying an imposition. Some laws are senseless, downright stupid, or infringements of our private lives and rights. The problem is we apply these adjectives to different laws, depending on our personality. Believe me, there are quite a number of laws I wouldn’t hesitate to break. What stops me is the intrinsic principle of the spirit of the law.
You provide great examples in your article. Yet the day may come when one is so used to an empty street that one may not see the unexpected pedestrian on the usually empty road. Then what?
I know that you are right. I only meant this 1/2 seriously though the pull is certainly there at times.
So you’re saying that eating the whole cake is a bad thing? Crap …
Sorry to break the news. But sometimes, it has to happen.
I understand that feeling of restless rebellion. I also know my van shudders when it hits 150km/h. 😉