"Mine is people assuming that because I'm Nitan, I like tauros fighting and flamenco," Kemen huffed, "I hate tauros fighting! It's a barbaric, out of date practice, that should have been banned long ago!"
The performer's eyes sharpened all of a sudden. "Or worse, when people assume that I'm Latin Unovan when I say that I'm Nitan. We are not the same thing at all! We Nitans don't eat burritos, say words like 'pinche', or wear chanclas! We...!"
Daniel hurried to restrain him, as he got more animated. "Calm down, love," he instructed, "I know this stuff annoys you a lot, but nobody's calling you any of those things right now, ok?"
Kemen inhaled. "Ok," he answered, holding Daniel's hand.
Daniel cleared his throat. "I really hate being called inspirational, on account of the fact that I'm in a wheelchair," he began, "I'm not here to make able-bodied people feel better about themselves, because they can walk unaided, and I can't. Able-bodied people seem to think that they're better than me, and should be able to achieve more than me, because I'm disabled, and they're not. I hate it."