I know what’s best for me. There is no one in the whole wide world that knows me better than I know myself. I know what I like, what I don’t like, what I want, and what I don’t want. I know what I’m good at and what I’m not so good at. Believe me, I know my strengths as well as my weakness. I know what’s good for me and what’s bad for me. I have not spent my life floating aimlessly around waiting for “someone” to tell me what to do, what to think, what to feel, what to like, and what to believe. Why is it then, that people find it necessary to tell me what I want or what’s best for me? How could anyone know that? One sure way to push me away from you is to tell me I don’t know what I want. I’ve left car lots when I had every intention of purchasing a vehicle because the salesman argued with me about what I wanted. I’ve been told “you don’t want that” by many salespeople in a variety of settings. This person, who has known me 5 minutes, knows what kind of house or car I want? A builder knows better than I my color preference? I’ve left relationships because my preferences, opinions, and, tastes were disregarded–as if I don’t have sense enough to know what I like and what I don’t like. There are very few things more disrespectful than questioning someone else’s opinions or expressed preferences. Surely an individual knows whether they like chocolate or any other food choice. Why in the world do we believe we are more expert on a person than they themselves are? It baffles the mind. People, in their arrogance and self-centeredness, cannot look past their own point of view to listen to what another has to say. Like I said, the older I get the less I feel the need to be around people who, basically, think I’m too stupid to know what food I like and what I believe or think.