I'm one of those folks who tends to work within social boundaries and guidelines. I'm guessing that being the first-born, a well-traveled military brat, and one of those kids who-did-so-well-in-school-I-decided-to-become-a-teacher have something to do with that part of my personality. My Piscean nature is not to be a boat-rocker.
But something in me must like to rebel, just a little bit. In high school, it manifested as going to heavy metal concerts at night while I sang in Latin in the school choir by day. As a senior I turned down a full engineering scholarship, because I knew I'd be a miserable engineer. I got that third ear piercing in one ear, just because a friend had to buy two earrings but only wanted one piercing himself. In my thirties, I got a tattoo, then a second, to mark meaningful life events (I'm planning a third). I've tried my hand at motorcycle riding, and not just as a passenger, to push myself out of my comfort zone (still working on that one, too).
So this is what happens when I want to procrastinate on cleaning my desk, and my daughter gives me an almost-full container of Manic Panic and tells me to go for it.
Will the color be gone by August? I don't know...and the rebel in me really doesn't care. The rule-follower will be back to work, on time and on task. As I counseled one student with whom I crossed paths while working at our district DAEP: You can listen to Metallica on your way to work, and still be successful in a mainstream job. The two are not mutually exclusive.
Do you have rebellious acts of your own? Why do you think you rebel?