What happens when freewheeling happy-go-lucky energy collides with neat disciplined attitude?
Misunderstandings often arise. But there again, the structured approach is unlikely to prevail.
When discipline allows itself to let things hang out, the freewheeler has to accept what is on offer.
Conversations zone in on the muddled communication, but something has to give.
Why should anyone have to play the role of the grown up all the time?