Life is Throwing Rocks at My Head

I really don't know where that title came from, but oh well. It is definitely how I feel at the moment. I'm afraid that most people won't understand much of this entry, but that is how it is supposed to be. I am about to attempt to vent without pointing fingers or naming names, a fact that just goes to show more about the censored-ness of the blog. No. Maybe I just really don't want anyone to know what I'm talking about. Yeah. Meh, well, here goes. I cannot handle ultimatums. I physically cannot. They trigger some sort of rebellious, "I don't have to choose just because you tell me to" thing in my brain, and I choose the opposite choice that the person giving me the ultimatum wants me to choose. For instance, if one of the meanie cheer coaches told me that I had to choose between cheerleading and being in the play, cheerleading would be chucked out the window in a heartbeat. Such is the way with my current ultimatum...I resent the fact that I am being forced to choose sooooo much that I'm afraid I may let my anger and resentment get in the way of my choices. Just know how much I resent being forced to make a decision. Know that if you ever try to make me do something, I will most likely choose to do the opposite thing just because of how amazingly angry I am. Just know that. Natalie