Bring It On
Sometimes I see lines, and sense they have been put there to warn me that I should not cross them. Invariably, I do anyway.
I call them red lines, because such lines make me see red. I am incredulous that line drawers assume they have the right to control others and force them to their will. What makes them think they know best?
It brings out the line jumper/rule breaker/shit disturber/nose thumber in me.
It brings on my own, private little rebellions.