And you know what? When the world started treating me like an adult, I found out I liked spinach just fine. As long as nobody was standing over me making me eat the stuff, because you still ain’t the boss of me.
[And that’s the truth right there. Seriously, there was a pile of stuff that as hard as my parents tried, I refused to eat it. I refused so hard that even to this day my mom thinks I am as picky as I was as a kid.
You tell me what to do, I will do the exact opposite.
I’m reminded of a story my buddy told me from the navy. Out going CO of the boat had a fantastic crew with very little in the way of discipline problems. A new CO came in and restructured liberty and the overall way he was treating his men. In the ends the new CO was treating his new men as children. His discipline problems went through the roof. The moral of the story, if you treat people like children they will behave as such.
No one has any business telling me what is best for me, doubly so if they have the ability to steal from and kill me at gun point and get away with it. -B]