How I taught myself to love some healthy confrontation Katie Strick I’d have done it sooner, had I known how good it would feel. But the truth is I was scared. Confronting anyone face-to-face is daunting — especially when that someone sleeps just metres below your own bed. But there comes a time when enough 3am dubstep is enough, and it turns out that time for me coincided with a convenient state-imposed six-person rule. “I didn’t want to have to do this...” I told my neighbours on their doorstep the morning after illegal lockdown rave number three, regurgitating t...