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.
Schulz said that happiness is a warm puppy. I don’t disagree. I would add that happiness is someone to walk with, someone to laugh with, someone to talk with. Someone to kiss. I guess, upon reflection, that a puppy could be all of those things!