Seat belts to helmets, fast food to cigarettes, who decides what’s safe for me. I’m 31 years old and I think I’ve reached a point in my life in where I know what is good for me and what isn’t. I don’t wear a seat-belt or helmet and it’s my choice for the helmet but I’m told I have to buckle up. Why? Who thinks they’re still my parent at 31? Same thing with fast food and smoking. I know smoking kills so does fifty other things I do during the day. If I wanted to live a perfectly safe life I would never have left my parents house. I should just stay in bed all day. Would that still guarantee my safe day? Life is full of choices for me to make nobody else. So I’m going to grab a smoke, jump on my bike and go eat some grease from Mickey D’s.
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