If you don't have any enemies, it might mean that you have never really stood up for anything in your life.
If I could be considered a rebel even to a tiny degree (and even a fragment is unlikely), regrettably, I could be so only from the neck up.
Artists not bound by boxes, by labels are our valuable rebels of decor.
If it takes more than a few minutes, it's not graffiti. It's art.
We may reconcile with our past, but there will always be someone else who will try to yank us back with it.
At every family gathering, if I wish to be entertained, it's the black sheep I seek out for conversation.
Different times....The black leather jacket was a symbol of rebellion during my teenage years. It was one attempt of the times to be original and was based on a unique attachment/detachment to society, and perhaps having used up all personal inventory of "Yes"es at an early age, so conforming primarily to the notion of non-conformance. I found its indifference to standard quite provocative, and smile yet at the memories.
It is so easy to be wrong about people when you judge the whole of them on the basis of some tiny part.
Clear vision may rely on eyeglasses, but is often as dependent on mental preparedness for comprehension.
Remembering one rebel: I knew in an instant that he was a "bad boy," tortured, a man who knew rebellion, and probably violence, but was in control of it. He was so far from innocence he probably couldn't even remember it, was the exact person my mother warned me about in a conversation about dark alleys--- and it intrigued me. I knew being around him would be a very different experience, maybe even frightening, and I looked forward to every damned minute of it. Maybe he had in his past a few lollipop girls until he wore them down to the stick and all flavor was gone, but I didn't care. I was tired of protecting emotions like an unrealistic princess. Let me be the lamb, and bring on the wolf! As it turned out, he was entirely different from any of that, but then, so was I, and, details aside here, it was the best relationship of my life.
I am not a Niagara-or-Aurora-Borealis person. I spend most days rearranging mental furniture while others are in the race, in the run, in the game. I see only the footprints or a little mud on the tarmac where the bold have traveled. Though I do not live in adventure, I do so admire the rebels! Go, go, go safely, you brave, extraordinary creatures, you fierce, fearless, intransigent beings-- as determined as arrows, as bullets.