Do not tell me what to do. It will cause us both unnecessary grief. Once it is said, it is out there and I will be forced to go out of my way not to do it. This is the way it is, an error of biology.
Scream it, go ahead. Watch me walk right past you and do the exact opposite. Stand there disappointment in your eyes and you head snapping from side to side. I will smile and nod and do what I want to do anyway. Just you try.