I just realized something really depressing.

You know how when you were a kid and you would jump on your bed and get in trouble for it? And when you asked why you couldn’t jump on your bed your parents said, "Because you’ll break it"? And you got mad and wanted to jump on the bed anyhow? Well, I just had this childlike notion to jump on my bed, and with a great thrill I realized that I had no parent to tell me not to! And then in great sadness I realized something else: I can’t jump on my bed.

I might break it.