Seriously. If I go off on a tirade about free thinking and stereotypes, they think I'm being crazy and that I'm having a breakdown. They say I act like a different person (which I take as a compliment). Share your thoughts on this.
She says the movie looks dumb; you suddenly agree. She tests you with a little attitude; you apologize for nothing.
You think you're being easy to get along with. She reads something else entirely: a man with no edges. Nothing to hold on to. No friction, no tension, no reason to wonder what he really thinks.
The "22 Rules" taught me to push back — playfully, calmly, without needing her approval. Strange things happened after that.