Black in classic

I’m not going to explain myself to anyone. I may be alone on this thought, but after a certain age explaining yourself is a huge NO. I refuse to explain myself and ANY of the decisions I make. They only, truly, affect me. That may sound very selfish, knowing that we are all in some way connected to this universe. But let me explain… I totally understand that people care for you and I don’t mind that. However, there is a big difference between caring and forcing your beliefs on to me. I will answer your questions, but only when they aren’t intrusive. Questions can be very manipulative and cause doubt within your self. I don’t care if you are curious. I don’t care if it doesn’t make sense to you. Don’t ask me shit. People have this weird perception that they are entitled to knowing all about you. That is FALSE. You are entitled to knowing what I allow you to know. In which, I’m not going to explain myself to you, AT ALL. I answer to God, and God alone. I’m not explaining myself to another human. Won’t happen. I’m a firm believer in understanding that my life can only be lived by me. So under that belief, I don’t OWE anyone answers to their questions. I cannot allow you to live my life for me, by questioning every decision I make. Those are decisions that I have to make on my own. Friends and family alike will question my life, but fail to realize they don’t walk in my shoes. I do. All my errors and mistakes are my own. All my achievements and accomplishments are my own. Many of my decisions will not affect you. So why would it matter what I did? Why do you feel like you are so entitled to know? I say all that to say, stop asking me questions if your intentions aren’t pure. If you’re just being nosy, don’t ask me anything. If you feel your self about to offer UNSOLICITED advice, STOP. DON’T. You aren’t entitled to know a damn thing. This is my life and I will live as I see fit.