Everything feels different when done under duress. Not the violent variety, mind you, like handing over your wallet at knifepoint. I’m speaking about the little pinprick pressures that we get from people who are constantly cajoling us to do things we really aren’t interested in doing. The times you’re asked to Come On, or Be A Pal, or Do It For Me, or You Owe Me One. Oh, and my favorite of them all: It’ll Be Fun, I Promise. No good thing has ever come out of It’ll Be Fun, I Promise.