I've not changed
Yesterday's incident reminded me of another when I was 11 or so. One of my then best friends offered me a piece of chewing gum (when it was still legit). It wasn't really chewing gum, but one of those silly tricky snappy toy (and I knew it). We were walking back to class, and she was behind me.
B: Take one.
Me: No, thanks.
B: Take one la. It's nice.
Me: No, I don't want.
B: Takeeeee.
Me: DON'T WANT!
B (pulling my hair): Take one.
I turned around, with the intention of sweeping the chewing gum away, but instead, my hand landed on her face.
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I don't like to be pushed to do something I don't want to. Must be my obsession with freedom.