Kudos. You’ve made me doubt myself. Not much, but a tiny smidgen of my self-assuredness has been chipped away. I feel like my advantage is starting to slip ever so little. I feel like I’m deadlocked against you, and we just circle each other repeatedly until someone gains the upper hand. Maybe you’re just playing my sympathy, but I can’t let you know it might be working. Something has to give, and I can’t see it being you. I can’t see it being me either. Unless it is me.
