Excuse me, sir. Please let go my legs.

I haven't picked up the phone or replied to messages from an ex-girlfriend for months now. She usually never leaves a phone message. Just a few rings and a hang-up. Today, she left one.

"(extended breathing) [pause] Hi Eric. [pause] [sigh] You haven't changed your phone number like you said you would. ok. bye. [click]"

It's been a long day but hearing a message like that instantly made me droop. It's akin to collegiate wrestling where even though the bouts are only a few minutes, the fact that you can't move your stronger opponent who is laying on top of you, not only makes you feel emotionally helpless but also leaves you physically drained. A friend that wrestled for Stanford gave the details for this metaphor.