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It's better to beg for forgiveness than ask for permission.
We've all heard, and maybe even occasionally put into practice, this old adage, no? Of course we have.
And I guess there are some instances in which, all things being equal and benign, it could be true.
But I'm what you'd call a law abider, you know what I'm sayin'? Official ones, those born of common courtesy, the type that are unwritten but spill over with respect, order, and peace...well, I ain't messin' with those.
In fact, I'm pretty much a stay-in-your-lane kind of gal, you dig? It's quite rare indeed that PK would even consider stepping out of line, unless it was for a noble cause such as to save someone from harm, hurt, or despair. #PeopleFirst
I've always been a firm-believer that rules are there for a reason. Most of them are protective and intended for the best interests of all.
Yes, occasionally one slips by that is completely, ridiculously, absurdly unfair. So, in obligation to full-disclosure, if it flies in the face of reason and is contrary to the Golden Rule, all PK bets could be off, yo.
But otherwise, generally speaking, overarching rules, whether on the open road, at the community pool, in the state park, or posted in the library corridor, are pretty solid. And I'm going to follow them...gladly and without shame or regret.
To be clear, you can always count on the ones the Big Guy and His main posse wrote and any endorsed by your parents ...and maybe, say, your favorite aunt.
And heck, when in doubt, search your conscience...it'll tell you whether permission or forgiveness is the right coin flip, Capisce?