Stubborn Son of a Bitch

Sunday, 28 July 2002

its in my blood to be a stub­born son of a bitch. i hate it when peo­ple tell me that i have to do some­thing. my im­me­di­ate re­sponse is the chal­lenge their or­der with a ques­tion. Why do i have to do it? Huh? Answer me! how­ev­er, us­ing a dif­fer­ent word will of­ten slip by me. ‘Adam, you might want to think about do­ing blah­blah­blah…’ or ‘Wouldn’t this be a bet­ter al­ter­na­tive?’ If you use the word have i will balk on prin­ci­ple. i do not like it when peo­ple be­lieve they can dic­tate terms up­on me. i am the on­ly per­son that can be in charge of my per­son. as long as i am lu­cid i have the com­plete free­dom that life pro­vides.