Tell Me What to Do

A lot of people seem to want to tell me what to do.  It might be what they think I should be doing, or what they think they would do in my situation.  As if it's that easy to imagine.

I'm sure they do it because they care about me, and if I'm feeling optimistic, I can look at it this way.  But a lot of times I'm too stubborn, or realistic to feel this way.  Instead I think “Who the fuck are you to tell me what to do?!”

It's not that I don’t listen; I consider what they have to say.  It's just that I'm so sure that they have no idea what they're talking about.