I’ve always wondered why, as humans, we can’t all get along. Is it the fear of compromise or is it the need to always get what we want? And sometimes, we fight over the silliest of things, perhaps a font size on a group project, that can leave us in tears because we just can’t understand why we argued in the first place. If arguments are so destructive to human beings, why do we engage in them in the first place?
Why do we start to care so much about something just as when someone else decides to change it, or move it, or touch it? All arguments cause, are more issues. And more issues lead to more arguments. What a great never-ending cycle of fighting. I’ve noticed, just as most people have, that siblings fight just a tad bit more than friends, or even best friends. We fight more with the people we’ve lived with for years, than the people we met a couple months ago. It’s weird like that. Why do we get so defensive against our dearest and closest, the people who share our blood?
Some arguments, however, can be quite big, over huge issues that we just can’t solve. And so we leave it there, a silent treatment, one less smile, one less call. Then we seem miles away, in the same haunted house. Empty. Alone.
This, I have never experienced, thank god. I’m so glad to be in good relations with my sister, with occasional fights of course. She does something I don’t like. I do something she doesn’t like. It falls apart and comes back together again. It’s a cycle I don’t enjoy, but if I’m not willing to adjust, and she’s not, then what’s the point.
Game on. Let’s go at it. That’s my pen, not yours. Stop changing the font.
The FRICKIN font. Ridiculous, right?
I’m ridiculous.
And a couple ‘sorry’s later, we’re back to being sane.
One argument. One thousand issues.
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