Continuing the topic of dependent women...here's one that really gets me - the Opinionless Woman.
By nature, women are more analytical. We identify, recognize, and ponder. Not many of those tens of thousands of thoughts whooshing through our brains only get one glance. But for some reason a desire to please overwhelms the body.
Q: Where do you want to go eat?
OW: Anywhere you like is fine with me.
Q: Do you like this shirt?
OW: I do if you do.
Q: What is your favorite kind of music?
OW: I like it all - whatever [insert name of significant other] listens to.
Q: Want to jump off this bridge with me?
I'll leave that one unanswered, but you get my point. I guess as I get older, I become more opinionated and unconcerned with what another make think. Too much of my early twenties were spent helping everyone live their lives to a fuller extent when I realized I didn't know what my favorite food or music was. Aside from situational agreeableness, if you don't like it, find someone else to hang out with. I'm not listening to your heavy metal or eating calamari.
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