I was told to read poems that were school appropriate at my school's poetry slam this week. I left my mother's day poem at home because it said "shit", and I knew that it would be considered inappropriate. I read one of my other poems. I watched contestant after contestant get up amd share poems that would quickly get DQ'ed if held to the same standards I was told to adhere to. And at a school function, I don't want to see mindless violence or hear about you and your significant other getting naked and doing I don't want to know what. It's not the time or place. In my free time, I watch violent movies. But I am aware of the rating, and so is my mom. I am aware of what I am exposing myself to. But at school functions, if I am expected to keep it clean and PG, I expect everyone to be. I have never been dress-coded, sent to an administrator's office or held after class. I follow the rules, and sometimes I wonder what would happen if I broke the rules. If I let my Tyler Durden side out to play. But I know better. So I'll just keep following the rules and being a fairly decent person.
"Creepy people do the things decent people want to do, but have decided are probably not a great idea." - Mike Birbiglia, This American Life "#515"
-D.
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