My frustration mounts when I encounter people who don’t do things the way I do. I want things done in a certain way, which I often consider the best way. They fall short.
Then I pause. Frustration aside, I don’t really want others to be like me. I don’t want others to think or do things exactly like I do. Because there’s not much I can learn from them. But there’s one more important consideration. My mix of knowledge, insight, biases, and perceptions makes me neither omniscient nor omnipotent. I fall far short of perfection. To partake of a steady diet of clones wouldn’t contribute to the betterment of the world around me, therefore.
Besides, life would be boring if everyone were alike.
That’s why I really don’t want other people to be like me.