It's what I came here for.

You're at a restaurant. You're hungry. You've looked over the menu, decided on what you want, the waitperson is standing by your table ready to take your order, when it happens.

This waitperson speaks, The Unsolicited Opinion; "...and the special tonight is my absolute favorite...." And you flinch. You know you want to, you know you can't possibly do it in polite society, you tell yourself you are not old enough to do it, but someday you know, you will have the courage to do it. To casually place your menu in front of you, remove your hands from it, look the waitperson straight in the eye and say: "because it is your favorite, that's why I came here. Not for I want but because something is your favorite. What I desire means nothing! It is you who are important! Your opinion, your likes, not mine. I didn't even ask for your opinion, yet you freely speak your preference, before it is even asked, as if I-FREAKING-CARE!"

Someday....yes, someday.