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Rules
Rules. Everyone has them, they’re like your personal Jiminy Cricket, but they make sense, you’ve seen the sucky consequences in action, so instead of “intuition” you call them “rules”. You know, the ones like: don’t have sex without a condom, don’t sleep with a guy on the first date, don’t take candy from strangers, never leave your drink unattended, etc, etc.
Yea, I’m sure you’ve broken them all once or twice, but it’s never a good idea and you always learn the hard way after the fact. Years of learning the hard way, and you start to form more of your own “rules”: only set the alarm clock to odd numbers, don’t invite boys back to your place, drinking large quantities of alcohol after giving blood is NOT a smart idea for tiny girls, no matter how many large, frat guys are doing it, and so on.
And, the Golden Rule: Don’t Spend the Night at a Guy’s Place. Of course, these rules get broken too; there’s always an exception right? NO. I’m sure they’ll get broken again, but I’ve finally learned that there is NEVER, EVER exceptions to your own rules. Jiminy Cricket is a smart insect. Listen to him. All the time. Every time. Well, unless he tells you to jump off the Brooklyn Bridge. Then, and only then, should you pause for thought.
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