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As I’ve discussed many times in this blog, it is in my nature to want to agree—to want peace above all, to shield myself from conflict, and to avert all emotional discomfort or tension from my interpersonal interactions. But don’t be mistaken in thinking that this simply who I am; what I talk about far less on here is the ferocious, ruthless, and brutal side of me that has grown in recent years in response to the failures of this agreeable part of my personality.

As a stark deviation from how I normally write on this blog, I want to convey my thoughts in the way that is most representative of how I actually feel:

Don’t fucking tell me how to live my life.

Don’t fucking pretend you know who I am.

Most of all, don’t fucking tell me who I should be.