I’m only saying this for your own good.
I probably sound mean but I am only being cruel to be kind.
If this how illogical you can get about it, you ought to give it up- even if it hurts.
I am sure you hate me for saying all this, but someone has to knock some sense into your thick skull!
I brought you the application form of XYZ course. My nephew has taken it and he is doing so well today. What!? You don’t like the field? But there is good money in it. As for prestige, you will be flying high shortly. At least look at it! What do you mean!? I was only thinking of your own good!!
I’ll make sure you go there if it is the last thing I do! If you won’t do what’s good for you, I will compel you to do it!
You should go and meet Mr ABC. I have told him you’d be calling on him. What do you mean no? Are you saying you aren’t interested?! But I did it for your own good!!
Dear Do- Gooder,
I have been meaning to have a heart to heart talk with you for long. Sit you down, therefore, and lend me your ear.
I admire your passion, I really do. Your zeal leaves me breathless with wonder. I am amazed at the amount of time you manage to find to devote to other people’s lives and business. You remain single minded in your devotion to others even though it leaves your own affairs languishing for your nurturing care. Such dedication is rare. I am gratified that you came into my life.
I know you are diametrically opposite to Henry David Thoreau on the whole concept of doing good. His self- centered arrogance, which led him to say-
As for doing good; that is one of the professions which is full. Moreover I have tried it fairly and, strange as it may seem, am satisfied that it does not agree with my constitution.
is nothing short of blasphemy! Apart from being laughable. Naturally, the man is talking through his hat. What can he know of the invaluable service a person like you selflessly gives to the world? Fool!
I shudder to think of the mess I would have made of my life if you hadn’t selflessly devoted yourself to make it better. I realize only too well how incapable and clueless I am. Why, I don’t even have the sense to come out of the rain! How can I be trusted to know what I want to do with my life?
Every aspect of my life must be safely entrusted to your capable hands. You will decide what (and when and how) I need to do. I know such an eventuality will never crop up, but if I ever need to express an opinion, you will ensure that you give me one well before time. I feel so safe and nurtured with you.
I know I can’t do better than to let you choose my path in life. After all, you have lived a lot longer than I have. Naturally you understand life better than I do. And lets face it, there’s no reason why things that have worked for your nephew/ niece or your friend’s progeny, will not work for me. Just in case there are some hiccups, it will only be because I am a lazy slacker and am not working hard enough at it. I get it completely.
There are times, I am proud to say, when it seems to me that to you I am in the nature of a change of scene- like a weekend at the beach. Everyone knows how exhilarating it is to take a break from the monotony of routine. One gets bored with doing the same thing day in and day out, wearing the rut deeper and deeper. I mean, how dull it is to be making a mess of your own life all the time! One must take a break and mess up someone else’s life for a change! I am immensely indebted to you for choosing mine. But for you, I should never have thought my life was worth living, let alone giving it a complete makeover. Much improved is a phrase that never seemed as intimate as it does now.
As for my inconvenient (to say nothing of inappropriate) impulses, I am sure under your tutelage they shall be subdued and tamed. Those that cannot be tamed shall be buried six feet under, never to see the light of day again. With time, I am certain I will not even remember I had such embarrassing impulses. My persona shall be like a smoothly polished surface of a mirror which reflects the world without ever burdening the world with its own world within. I will be a gleaming mirror on which no hand hold will ever be possible. I shall shine and twinkle with all the merry animation of the unliving.
I must now strike an unpleasant chord. I know how painful this is for you, but I must bring it up before I can apologize profusely and in all sincerity. I know it annoys you deeply (and rightly, may I say) when I am in the grip of some inner monster and pay no heed to your loving words of wisdom. For you to be angry, is more than understandable. It must irk to have your opinion thrown in your face; and when it is thrown by such a fathead as I, I can scarcely understand how you haven’t killed me yet. For this, and all my other numerous transgressions, I beg you pardon most humbly. Please forgive me for daring to reject your advise when you choose to bestow some upon my undeserving head.
Words will never be adequate for me to say all that I would to express my deep gratitude to you for your love and care. Thank you for all you have done for me. I promise you, I will try my best to prove myself worthy of your attention. Please forgive my stupidities and continue to bless my life. I really couldn’t walk a step without you.
PS: You are not a control freak.