Its all about Lines!

So who do we blame? Our families...can't they either live in Siberia or are dead. Our teachers? Considering they are all dead too...Yes I will blame my teachers. After all weren't they the ones who taught us all about the dreaded "Lines".  
We were told to "color in the lines". The we had to consider the lunch line, waiting in line, return line starts here, punch line? (that one was my favorite) so & so died from snorting a line.  Oh & don't forget to keep your friends in line. 

And then there’s the most important line of all~the line separating you from the people you love.Who needs boundaries when you have siblings, friends, and lovers? The line between myself and the rest of the world does not define my life. It’s all about lines... and on those days that you just want to stay and fight: Drawing lines in the sand and praying like hell no one crosses them.  Because these are the days that you just WISH someone would test you on it.

Um, excuse me, those Lines are there for a reason. For security, for clarity. If you choose to cross the line, you pretty much do so at your own risk.

So why is it that the bigger the line, the greater the temptation to cross it? We cant help ourselves. When we see a line we want to cross it. Maybe it’s the thrill of the unfamiliar, a sort of personal dare. The only problem is once you cross, it’s almost impossible to go back.