With my rules in one hand, I sat down in my first college philosophy class. If you really want to mess with a rules-based person, put them in a philosophy class. The professor began discussing different ways of perceiving the world. Should we follow Plato’s theory of perfect forms or Aristotle’s concept of a happy average between bad choices? Should we subscribe to Descartes’ theory of knowing only through our minds, not our bodies, or to Hume’s theory that we can never know anything for certain? I sat at my desk, completely confused, thinking desperately, “Those aren’t rules! Where are the rules? I just need the rules!”