I am quite intuitive. I have honed my people reading skills over decades, so I know myself pretty well. And yet, when told I can't do something I completely ignore what my inner voice is telling me, and my five year old belligerent self would take the bait. I'll brave pain, discomfort and unhappiness just to prove a point nobody cared about anyway. These small victories are like a battery charge for my psyche. Little secret triumphs at an inordinate personal cost are at once perverse and utterly human.