I couldn't believe it. Another set of rules. I had just escaped one set of rules, only to find myself facing another. I couldn't take it anymore. I was done with these ridiculous rules and the constant feeling of being watched and judged. I decided that I wasn't going to follow these new rules, no matter what the consequences might be.
I started by leaving the kitchen window open a quarter of an inch, just like the rule said, but I quickly grew tired of the draft and closed it. I didn't bother looking at the ceiling in the bathroom, even when the sun was out. When I heard the sound of a bell tolling, I just ignored it and went about my business. I left dishes in the sink and didn't set an extra place at the table. And I definitely didn't knock before going through any doors.
As the days went by, nothing happened. No mysterious occurrences or strange noises. It was almost as if the rules didn't even exist. I started to wonder if I had imagined the whole thing. Maybe it was all just a stress-induced hallucination brought on by the stress of moving.
But then, one night, I woke up to the sound of breathing in my room. I froze, my heart pounding in my chest. I remembered the rule about covering my head with the blanket, but I couldn't bring myself to do it. I had had enough of these ridiculous rules and the fear they instilled in me.
I slowly sat up and looked around the room, but there was no one there. I let out a sigh of relief and lay back down, resolving to ignore the rules from now on and live my life on my own terms.
However, as the days went on, I couldn't shake the feeling that I was being watched. I would catch glimpses of movement in the corners of my eye, or hear footsteps behind me when I was alone in the apartment. I tried to tell myself it was just my imagination, but the fear and anxiety were beginning to take a toll on me.
I couldn't take it any longer. I packed up my things and decided to move out of the apartment complex altogether. I was done with the rules and the constant feeling of being watched. I needed to find a place where I could truly be myself and live my life on my own terms.
As I left the apartment complex behind, I couldn't help but wonder if I would ever be able to escape the rules, or if they would follow me wherever I went. But I refused to let them control my life any longer. I would find a place where I could be free and live without the burden of constantly having to follow someone else's rules. That place has to exist somewhere, right?
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Reply to I used to love The Rules. by ch-4-os
I couldn't believe it. Another set of rules. I had just escaped one set of rules, only to find myself facing another. I couldn't take it anymore. I was done with these ridiculous rules and the constant feeling of being watched and judged. I decided that I wasn't going to follow these new rules, no matter what the consequences might be.
I started by leaving the kitchen window open a quarter of an inch, just like the rule said, but I quickly grew tired of the draft and closed it. I didn't bother looking at the ceiling in the bathroom, even when the sun was out. When I heard the sound of a bell tolling, I just ignored it and went about my business. I left dishes in the sink and didn't set an extra place at the table. And I definitely didn't knock before going through any doors.
As the days went by, nothing happened. No mysterious occurrences or strange noises. It was almost as if the rules didn't even exist. I started to wonder if I had imagined the whole thing. Maybe it was all just a stress-induced hallucination brought on by the stress of moving.
But then, one night, I woke up to the sound of breathing in my room. I froze, my heart pounding in my chest. I remembered the rule about covering my head with the blanket, but I couldn't bring myself to do it. I had had enough of these ridiculous rules and the fear they instilled in me.
I slowly sat up and looked around the room, but there was no one there. I let out a sigh of relief and lay back down, resolving to ignore the rules from now on and live my life on my own terms.
However, as the days went on, I couldn't shake the feeling that I was being watched. I would catch glimpses of movement in the corners of my eye, or hear footsteps behind me when I was alone in the apartment. I tried to tell myself it was just my imagination, but the fear and anxiety were beginning to take a toll on me.
I couldn't take it any longer. I packed up my things and decided to move out of the apartment complex altogether. I was done with the rules and the constant feeling of being watched. I needed to find a place where I could truly be myself and live my life on my own terms.
As I left the apartment complex behind, I couldn't help but wonder if I would ever be able to escape the rules, or if they would follow me wherever I went. But I refused to let them control my life any longer. I would find a place where I could be free and live without the burden of constantly having to follow someone else's rules. That place has to exist somewhere, right?