I still have too many feels to talk about the MCR concert (ALTHOUGH IT WAS EVERYTHING I DREAMED IT WOULD BE) so instead I want to talk about a thing that people do to me that makes me
absolutely incandescent with rage.
People of the internet, let me ask this of you: when I tell you no? HEAR ME.
This is a conversation I have from time to time:
Friend: "Oh, here is a thing I want you to read/watch/eat/listen to/wear/date/move to!"
Me: "Thanks, but no thanks. I don't want that because $reason."
Friend: "Oh, but $reason I think you should want it anyway!"
Me: "No... I understand... but I really don't want it. I've put a lot of thought into this--"
Friend: "But $reason I think you should want it anyway!"
Me (inside): "HULK SMAAAAASH." Me (outside, through gritted teeth): "No... thank you... I don't..."
Friend: "Here, read/watch/eat/listen to/wear/date/move to it!"
Me: "FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK."
I never, ever want to have this conversation again.
I get it, okay? I get that you think Atlanta is the greatest city on earth, and it's really green, and there's lots of whatever the fuck who cares, and I get that Austin is hot, and it's in Texas, and you hate Texas, and you hate the heat, and it's far away, and you really think I'll be happier in Atlanta. I get that. But I have already told you eleventy times that I don't want to move to Atlanta and that I have decided to move to Austin.
Please, show me enough respect to trust that I have made my decision with careful thought and for good reasons, and not spontaneously, on the spur-of-the-moment based on the fact that there are exactly as many vowels as consonants in the city's name.
I am an intelligent, independent
adult person with a history of making good, well-thought-out, carefully researched decisions. If I tell you that I have decided moving to Austin is the best thing for me, it's because I have collected overwhelming evidence that this is the case. If I tell you that I don't fucking like rice, it's because I keep trying it and trying it and trying it, and I JUST DON'T LIKE RICE. No matter HOW you cook it.
And here's the thing: even if I weren't this person? Even if I were prone to making rash decisions that end badly for me?
That is my right as an adult person. I am allowed to have irrational preferences and not want to read any book with a blue cover. I am allowed to randomly decide that I need to move to Topeka.
That is my right, my reasons are my own and my business and I do
not want you to argue me out of them.
Telling me "I personally really love going to church; I believe in god and Jesus and I think it adds all kinds of blah blah whatever to my life" is fine. Telling me "You should go to church! I beieve in god and Jesus and blah blah whatever" is not. This is a thing my mother used to do specifically to drive me insane when I was a child. She would literally say to me, "I'm cold. Go put a sweater on!" Understandable when you're too small to realise that you're cold and need to put a sweater on; unacceptable when you're 33.
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