I like being kind to others, but I dislike being told, by me or anyone else, that I should be nice to others.
Where the traffic lights go up, I invariably jaywalk, wrestling and resisting the strictures that find no actual-factual purchase in the heart.
Yes, there are explanations aplenty, beliefs aplenty, philosophies aplenty, but in the end corralling the wind is a mug's game. Fences have their uses, but are tentative ... sensible, perhaps, but tentative.
Of course, saying "I'm free" is a sure sign of bondage, but being free is not.
I like being kind to others.
It's the jaywalker in me.