Why? Because I Said So
In my 18 years of life, I have done much. As the old-fashioned romantic autobiographies begin ... I've laughed, loved, lost, explored, read, watched, learnt, and sometimes understood.
But there are still three things about humanity I still find completely incomprehensible. One is the weird compulsion of devoutly religious people to have 17 kids. Second is the inability of teenage girls to have some decent taste in music, and number three: I cannot get to grips with the rules that some people come up with.
Yes, rules. The absolute bane of an adolescent's happiness. But stick with me. There's more to my hatred of rules than the simple teenage motto of ‘Stick it to the Man'.
Some rules do make sense. If you're talking about legal rules, ones such as 'do not rape' are pretty good. If you're talking about rules concerning, say, the disposing of chemical waste, ones such as 'do not dump mercury cyanide into a village's only supply of water' are worth following.
But just as yin goes with yang, just as the three-day chocolate binge is attended by painful dental surgery, just as the giddy high of new love is often followed by a homunculus nine months later - so with the sensible rules come the ridiculous ones.