Nothing makes me thirstier than being told there’s no water available.
If a book has been banned, it goes to the top of my reading list.
When someone tells me that this is no place for a lady, I suddenly feel as though I weigh 1000 pounds. (We shall not be moved!)
If I’m asked, “Why on earth would you want to do that?” my instant response is, “That’s why.” My default reaction when told I can’t do something is shock, confusion, then determination.
I’ll stick my neck out every time when those around me are cowering in the foxholes. It’s a wonder I haven’t been shot.
Traditions make me chafe.
Zigging makes me want to zag.
Rules that aren’t founded in logic make me want to screech. “Because I said so,” or “Because this is how we’ve always done it” is why I grind my teeth in my sleep.
Many of my sentences begin with the word but.
My mother telling me that life’s not fair did not comfort me at all. It should be fair.
I like to invite people to join me outside of the box.
I tend to be quite polarizing. Love me or hate me, I hope that you’re challenged, at the very least.
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