A Conundrum.
A conundrum.
Arguments are funny. Not when it happens to you but on the outside looking in, and this can be when you see two people arguing and don’t know what it is that they are in conflict about, and in a personal case when you look back on what you were arguing about. When you see two people argue, most of us think nothing of it, we see it happen and we move on with our lives, but there is something strange happening when you look and think deeply into it. In that moment of verbal conflict, sometimes it turns to a physical one, there is a strange thing taking place, each party thinks they are right and the other party is wrong, this statement from the two involved parties’ perspectives is right, but to a witness of the conflict, this statement can both be right and/or wrong. The two conflicting parties are hell-bent to believe they are in the right, in reality, they can both be right, they can both be wrong or one side can be right and the other wrong, but that doesn’t matter because in the heat of the moment ‘I AM RIGHT’. Something takes over you when you are angry, maybe it is just but a survival instinct at work, that doesn’t negate the fact that it is there, in that moment of anger you believe you are in the right, and the other side is wrong and nothing can convince you otherwise, the amounts of time that I have done something out of anger just to look back later and see how wrong I was is astonishing, for a lack of a better word. It is like an illusion where the feeling feels and looks so real, so right, and the fact that it is all a lie is hard to comprehend or believe. The decisions we make when we are angry, whether they are right or wrong come from a place within us that…
A conundrum indeed.
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