- Refusing to be reconciled
There are few things in life of which I feel fairly intransigent. Compromise is a good thing - if only so everyone feels a little cheated, and thus, equally offended.
That being said, when one points out that the double-jointedness of my feet bothers one and may or may not induce vomiting, I am unlikely to acquiesce. You see, this is comfortable. I have been doing this since I was small. This is no worse than you cracking your knuckles, cracking your gum, or flicking your nails - obsessively.
In this, I remain intransigent. Fair warning.