I'm not completely clear on what it's rooted in, but Uber's post brought back an emotion I'd not felt since I was in "the program".
The staff would periodically get on me for not getting off my duff and doing things related to growing myself, and I'd get resentful, feel as if they didn't really "get me" or what I was going through or just how profoundly incapable I felt of acting on my own behalf or being able to take care of myself. I'd dig in my heels, decide they were my "enemy", and just resist them at every step with my stoicism. It's almost like I needed to get "revenge" on them for stubbornly refusing to listen/understand where I was coming from.
They did "break" me once or twice, knowing my weak points. I was compelled to get my first job under threat of suspension, a notion a "goody two shoes" like me found horrifying beyond description, almost like being charged with a crime!
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