sCREAMS

If you're tall, you're applying your force at the very top of the chair when you go back... That multiplies your effort to exert more force. Combined with you just straight-up having more mass, that means you apply enough force to tip the whole chair over. You need a larger chair, with more mass in the base. (And probably a larger gauge of spring inside, too.)

The smaller person is having the opposite problem. It's a different kind of lever, but the same fundamental relationship:

The bottom of a chair is a second-class lever, with effort extended on the opposite end from the pivot, and resistance applied between them. But you still have the same issue: the effort is intended to applied at the very end, and you're applying it closer to the fulcrum, thereby cutting the down on the effective force.

And these differences can be significant! Even within manufacturers. The distance from the base of the seat to the end of the foot-rest on the La-Z-Boy Pinnacle model is about 40", of which less than half is the foot-rest part; in a La-Z-Boy Redwood, it's 5" longer. Which means that if you put a small person in a Redwood, their force is going to be exerted about 5" closer to the fulcrum than it should be.

(There's also 2 different recliner mechanisms: la-z-boy's, which is patented, and everyone else's, which isn't. You actually don't get that putting-the-chair-down problem in a la-z-boy, because la-z-boys you HAVE to use the handle. But that's beside the point.)

Therapist: Listen, you do exist, and if you didn’t, someone would have to create you because the world would be a much sadder place.

Therapist: No.

Me: Wow.

Therapist: You’re just a fucked up bitch.

Me: I do agree with the fucked up bitch part.

Therapist: Considering what you told me and how much you wanna beat him to death, he’s not. You pretty much hate him despite knowing him for years.

Me:

Me: Why did I need to come here to realize that.

Therapist: Because that’s my job to help you to understand some stuff. Also because you’re way too kind and you would let someone punch you in the guts and still consider them as your friend while they stab you.

Therapist: Oh that’s nice!!... Oh my name is on it!!

Me: Yeah!!

Me: What-

Therapist: *turns his screen and show me THIS* 

Me: 

Me: Yeah, I went.

Therapist: Was it something you enjoyed?

Me: Mh. Yeah. Sorta.

Therapist: Did you see some bears?

Me:

Me: Jerome wh-

Me: No, I want it!!

Therapist: Finally, you’re not forcing yourself for the others! And you’re doing something you want! I’m proud of you!

Me: You’re more of a dad than my own father.

Therapist: I am not.

Me: Ooh.

Therapist: Or am I?

The secretary came to tell me that Jerome actually forgot to write me down on the appointment list.

Therapist: Oh, really, I never noticed. You know, you should turn that anger into indifference. It would help you.

Me: Like what? ‘Hey Joël wassup, I’ve been very suicidal lately last night I wanted to die. Hope you have rad vacations and the weed is good save some good kush for me, kissy kissy.’ ?

Therapist: Exactly.

Therapist: Can I touch you to prove you that you do?

Me: Dinner first.

Therapist:

Me: I’m broke.

Therapist: Oh yeah.

Therapist: You still need vacations tho.

Therapist, by text: Oh sorry. I didn’t see you.

Therapist, by text: Wait. Were you at the tattoo shop?

Therapist: So your friend lives in the same street than I?

Me: Yes. Town’s short I guess.

Therapist: Were you really going to your friend...?

Me: Yes?? Why else would I be here?

Therapist: Your appointment was this morning at 11:30am, Damien.

Me:

Me: I’m gonna get a rat and call him Jerome just to piss you off.

Therapist:

Me:

Therapist: Do you smoke?