I was born one of those annoying, contentious people who, when told *not* to do something, it instantly became paramount that I *do* said thing....even if it was something I really didn’t *want* to do, any way.
[pity my parents...I reckon I was a...um...”challenge” to raise]
Luckily, they never figured out the whole “reverse psychology” thing or they’d have gotten a lot more chores out of me simply by forbidding me to do them.
[therefore, telling me to “shut up” is infinitely unwise if silence is what one truly seeks]
And then, I married somebody exactly like me.
All I have to do to get something done is casually suggest what I’d like done but add a disclaimer such as “Oh, it’s probably too hard/too much trouble/not in your area of expertise for you to do any way.”
Within hours, it’s done.
I’m evil.
:)
That’s the strategy I used to talk my ex-wife - a contrarian if there ever was one - into sex.
I tell my wife...”oh don’t worry about that it’s a man job, I’ll get to it later”. You bet your bippy it’s no longer a “man job” after that.