So the other day, my back started to itch and I grabbed my trusty back scratcher off the wall and scratched my back. It then occurred to me what a weird thing God did there - he made it so that our backs can itch, but we can't reach the itch without some kind of outside help. Sense of humor on God's part perhaps? Or maybe He just likes to see us (literally) squirm sometimes. Who can blame Him? We kind of suck a lot.
You ever notice that the people who can't stand to be told what to do are the same ones who have no trouble dispensing unwanted advice to others? If you start any sentence with "What you need to do is..." but hate it when other people do that, you are one of "those" people.