gailryder17 wrote:
One time, it was a Friday. I was alone on the play-yard because both of my friends were downstairs working on documentaries. I went downstairs and entered the rooms. One asked politely "Can you please leave? We're working on a documentary." Then someone else said "Shoo!" which made me want so badly to defy them. Nevertheless, I left. That person apologized later, claiming she said it "jokingly".
Anyone else have those little things that make you want to defy them incredibly?
As a kid, all the bloody time. Teachers, vice principles, cops, family, didn't matter. If someone told me that if I didn't stop my s**t I'd get something hard and fast coming my way, I tended to step it up to see what they had in store for me.
If I'd been medically fit to serve in the armed forces... man what a freaky, awful and funny time I'd have had until I was dishonorably discharged

I'm reasonably sure I'd have managed a few entries into Skippy's List [1] before doing a long and enduring tour in Ft. Leavenworth.
I'm hoping that you have a bit better control over this stuff than I had. Later in life... it's still fun to cut loose, but it doesn't pay to do so without thinking over what the cost may be.
[1] skippyslist.com/list/