“I’m Easygoing.”—The Tiny Phrase That Was Swallowing My Life

Why chronic agreeableness feels safe, how it wrecks the body, and what happens when you finally pick how you want your eggs

Prologue : The Small Word That Eats

In the taxonomy of social lubricants, easygoing is the house sparrow—common, innocuous, almost invisible. It slips out effortlessly at lunch counters and across conference tables, smoothing edges, dissolving friction. But zoom in closer and the gentle sparrow reveals itself as predator: quietly, patiently devouring app…