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Is it a sickness?

So don’t you just hate being told what to do?  I do.  It drives me crazy.  I’m really odd about it.  I can’t stand being told what to do.

One example which might seem unusual is that I hate those inspirational quotes which say:

Go out there and make the most of your life!


I take it as an accusation and an instruction and I hate both.  You can’t tell me what to do, mother f.  So don’t even try.  How you you know I’m not already making the most of my life, you presumptuous p**ck.  So f off, and take your inspiration with you.

I don’t like pushiness.  I do not respond well to being pushed.

Another example is that when, say, you are running a race, and people shout encouragement?  I really don’t like that.  They shout: go on!  Keep going!

It drives me insane.  It makes me want to sit down in protest, to spite them.

I think it’s a sickness.  What do you think?  I’m definitely not normal.