Troublemaker

i’ve nev­er been what some­one might call a trou­ble­mak­er. mis­chievi­ous yes, but i’m not a bad boy. in my grade school days, the very first time i got in trou­ble it was for curios­i­ty not evil. i don’t even remem­ber what i did, but i told my moth­er that i ‘just want­ed to see what [being bad] was like.’ this still holds true today for me some­what, i’m still mis­chievi­ous, which at the age of 21 is now looked down upon, but i don’t care. i’m over the whole doing bad stuff because i won­der what it is like stage and i have moved to the i do ‘bad’ things because ‘i want to’ stage. and i always accept the con­se­quences. grant­ed, the ‘bad’ things i do aren’t awful like steal­ing or eat­ing pup­pies or forc­ing peo­ple to lis­ten to Linkin Park. Instead, i play 100% harm­less pranks that for some rea­son always alarm the author­i­ty fig­ures more than say, alco­hol poi­soned fresh­men. How toss­ing a 5 day old black­ened banana from a 4th sto­ry win­dow in the gen­er­al direc­tion of some­one you know (but nev­er hit­ting them) is dan­ger­ous and fool­ish, i can­not under­stand. Nor can I under­stand how a rogue, vul­gar sec­tion newslet­ter can under­mine sec­tion uni­ty (in fact it pro­motes it). Per­haps the def­i­n­i­tion of wrong is too broad. what i do isn’t wrong, its taste­less. but being taste­less has nev­er been a crime has it?