I think part of…

I think part of learning to cope with life is accepting the fact some days are going to be crap and some days are going to be grand. Anything in between is just what happens when you’re waiting for those spectacular moments – good and bad.


‘Don’t tell me what to do!’

So I was told the other day, that I don’t like being told what to do. Well yea…? Who does like being told what to do? It made me chuckle inside (inside because I though it would be inappropriate and then I would have had to explain myself…). I mean I understand the whole taking direction thing, I think I’m actually pretty ok at listening, accepting and acting. I will listen, and I will most certainly do what I need to.

HOWEVER. I do not like being bossed. I never have. I never will. I’m not going to change that. Now as I was chuckling inside to myself I did have to chuckle some more (in a creepy old man standing in his window while you wait for the bus, kind’ve chuckle) about the fact I once again had to explain myself. Oh don’t you just love always having to explain yourself?

My explanation: I don’t mind being told what to do by people who have to authority to tell me what to do. Ie, bosses, tutors, parents when being reasonable, the police… because well you have no choice, the government… because… lets not get into politics. BUT, I cannot stand people who think they have authority, telling me what to do. It’s the same sort of dripping distaste I have for people with overly and unjustly inflated egos. For example, friends, parents when being unreasonable, peers, classmates, members of the public who do no know me, and the list goes on. 

I will not be bratty, like the kid in the supermarket who thinks he’s dying without that packet of lollies, most of the time I will even do what they ‘demand’. BUT that doesn’t mean I have to like it. 

To be perfectly honest, I think that in general, as a life practice, people should consider asking, suggesting, recommending rather than demanding. When someone speaks to me on an equal level, I will step up to that but if someone speaks down to me… I just envision them in one of those mole whacker thingy’s. It makes me feel better.