So it's Saturday morning, about ten to ten and I am eating macaroni and cheese with cut up hot dogs and peas (yes, peas, I love peas in a very sick but harmless way) for breakfast because I like it and that is what I wanted. That is the wonderful thing about being an adult, you see? You can do whatever you want just as long as you are willing to accept the consequences.
Like macaroni for breakfast? That one is easy, because there really are no consequences of note unless like you are lactose intolerant or something. But I am not so no harm, no foul. Nobody is going to be like "Oh man, he isn't eating breakfast foods for breakfast, we had better call the police because he is obviously immoral." No, they might be like "That's a little strange." but by the time we all get off the elevator they aren't even going to remember or care. Let's look at another example.
The other day, even though it was snowing outside, I wore shorts and a sweatshirt in my car as I drove to my parent's house for the Thanksgiving holiday. There was big wet flakes of freezing, wet snow outside of my car but there I was in shorts and sandals. I was prepared for the consequences. For instance, if my car had broken down then I was prepared to deal with being out in the elements very improperly dressed. As it was, the only reprecussion came from my mom, but she was just being mom as far as I could tell.
The point here, Company, is that you can do whatever you want, as long as you aren't a teenager living with your parents, or a person who is under observation by the state or something. If you want to rob that liquor store, go ahead. Just be prepared for the consequences, which I would assume would be jail. You want another piece of cake, that is fine too. Just be prepared for the consequences, which would be, I don't know, an intense desire for milk? Be smart, be an adult, and do what you want to do. Just don't come crying to me when you get what's coming to you.