Resentment

I had not realized the extent to which I resent people wanting to know about me, especially when they want to know for the sake of knowing, or when they feel entitled to the information.  Of course, I also resent it when people want to help, when they want to know so they can make my life better or less troubled.  It is probably why I will only reluctantly share anything of value, and then only with those who will do nothing about what is said.  How I acquired this particular oddness is another question, one I do not wish to pursue.