Is it normal not to be selective and to be used to the unfamiliar?
I have nothing to hate, I've noticed people have a pet hate, like they hate this idiot, or they hate something from you, I never liked any pet hate, if you hate things you have no business being alive, I'm trying not to hate life, even though it's not any fun, and making my life a grind has negative consequences, people keep telling me who to obey and who to disobey, but I can obey who I want, if I want to do what the doctor says, I'll do it, it doesn't have to be regular, I'm not selective who I obey, I obey people indiscriminately, the teacher thinks I have to disobey doctors I don't know, no I don't, you either obey or you disobey, the problem is selective obedience.
Furthermore I'm not selective with what I say either, I will say what I want, and if I go too far, I want my life to go too far with me, I'm not afraid to be way too graphic, without censoring myself, you don't censor human beings, if it's a breach of the rules, I will breach the rules just to do what I'm told.
I'm the one who follows instructions, if a doctor says to do something I have to do it, I don't care if he's a stupid, nerve-wracking fraud, I'm going to obey him and I'll not be selective with some things, I'm used to strange things that are unfamiliar, like strangers, and strange places, and strange foods, I'm not used to what's comfortable, I'm not used to things I know, I'm not like your uncle Bob, the guy you know and love talking to, I'm more like your unconventional grandad who people don't talk to except your sisters or brothers. Is that normal?