Of course, that's a natural instinct of children. Every screaming three-year-old falls into that category.
It's also natural to resist being told what to do when the teller has no authority or is a fool.
Of course, the real reason for the resistance is the battle against God over one's own authorship. But that's maybe for a different conversation. Anyway:
In our case the teller is really the programme and the fellowship, the collective experience of AA, a sponsor I chose because they have what I want, a Higher Power, the laws of nature, or trusted servants appointed by the group conscience of a group I joined and whose MO I have signed up for.
I note the impulse to resist arising inappropriately, but, as with any other childish response, I resist that impulse.
It does no good to wear character defects like scouts' badges, as attainments to be proud of. Nor are they like birthmarks: ineradicable. Nor are they like cultural assets, like a fondness for hollandaise sauce, to be quietly treasured.
They're to be eliminated.