..So PaRdOn mE wHiLe i BuRsT..

Tonight's episode of Grey's Anatomy, which is one of my very favorite tv shows of late, focused mainly on "crossing the line."
So I started thinking about it and honestly, a good portion of our lives are spent finding, and chosing to cross or not cross some sort of line.
The Alamo is famous for Texas men chosing to cross a line.
We usually end up dancing around words or avoiding confrontation to make sure we dont "step over the line."
But who makes the lines?
What is it about boundaries that we are so attracted to?
Outlines, rules, limits, restrictions. We hate them yet we need them.
We go way over the legal speed limit, but without them people would completely freak out.
There was a study once proving that during recess, fenced-in elementary school students played as far out as they could, but when the fence was torn down those same kids stayed much closer to the school.
Subconciously we all need lines.
But we hate having to decide when or when not to cross them.

I dont know...I just think its weird.