While growing up and navigating through uncharted seas of childhood, I was learning to think for myself, which according to my father was not allowed. He would tell me to clean out the garage or rake leaves, and If I didn't do it the way he felt it should be done he would tell me in his fatherly way, “I didn’t tell you to do it that way,” or “what did I tell you to do,” or some variation of that question which led me to believe he did not appreciate the way I was performing the task at hand.
I would then reply, "but I thought that if-" which is about all I could get out of my mouth when he would cut me off and tell me "Well don't think, just do!"
I always thought he was nuts when he said that. I thought that's exactly what we are supposed to do is think. We are supposed to think of better ways to do things, and ways to improve our culture.
I didn't argue with the man, just said yes, and did whatever chore he said to do again, grumbling about how he didn't understand.