Exx,
Look, here is the thing: I was fully prepared to watch you fold into the shape of a pretzel just to avoid thirty seconds of awkward silence. Statistically, you were about five seconds away from winning a gold medal in the Olympic Sport of Doormatting. But then, in a shocking plot twist that has confused several high-level physicists, you actually used your words. You set a boundary without apologizing for existing, which I’m fairly certain is one of the signs of the apocalypse.
I’m recording this here because we both know that by next Tuesday, you’ll be tempted to trade your dignity for a quiet afternoon again. When that happens, please refer to this document as proof that your skeleton is made of reinforced steel and not, as previously suspected, overcooked noodles. You chose the hard path, nobody died, and you still have your soul. I’m honestly impressed. Don't make it a habit or people will start expecting things.
Exx