I'm not you, you're not me

Guess what? 30 is considered an adult. I'm 30. Noticing a connection here?

I'm getting seriously tired of people telling me what I should do. Or telling me things that's there's very little chance I've kept myself alive to be 30 without knowing. Or my personal favorite, stuff about myself that I am fully aware of. Here's some of the fantastic things people are telling me:
1. I'm not fat. Well, duh. I can almost guarantee that, unless you're Dave, you haven't heard me call myself fat. I am, however, out of shape. I don't like it.
2. You don't need to workout out. This obviously goes along with the above but deserves it's own spot mainly because, technically, everybody should work out. It's called being healthy.
3. You don't need to watch what you eat. Noticing a theme? Yes people, I get it, I'm thin. But guess what? My mom isn't. She's also diabetic with high blood pressure. These are genetic things. Maybe I should watch what I eat. And maybe I shouldn't have to give you my family health history just to be left alone.
4. You need to go to the doctor. This seriously just happened as I was starting this entry. Talk about irony. I have a rash. I admit it. I have extremely sensitive skin and I'm prone to rashes. This particular rash I've had off and on for years. It likes to move around too. Currently it's on my ears. I have a prescription for it and the doctor I have gone to (because I've gone to a doctor) doesn't really know what it is. So no, I don't need to go to the doctor. Unless it gets severe, he doesn't want to see it.

I'll leave it at that list. I seriously don't understand why people feel the need to, essentially, tell me how to live my life. It's mine, not yours. I'm not doing anything damaging to me or anyone else. There is no need to intervene.
I try not to ever tell anybody what to do unless they specifically ask for my advice. All I ask for is the same in return.