Since childhood, have you also been told you are terrible, terrible, no good? A self- fulfilling prophecy is one that drinks the water it is offered, despite the sludge. Some of us put silver bows into the hands of unmusical children, with which they'll saw on an instrument more than a hundred years old and polished. Some of us make do with whistling into an acorn cap, kicking a stone down the road. It is not terrible to want real cream with strawberries, a warm croissant with coffee, just for yourself; not terrible to say you are tired of pleasing the gods and everyone first, putting yourself last.