Welcome to the Friday Loose Bloggers Consortium where Anu, Ashok, Conrad, Delirious, gaelikaa, Grannymar, Ramana and I write on the same topic. Please do visit the linked blogs to get different views of the prism, colours of the same topic.
Today’s topic has been chosen by Gaelikka.
You could call me a coward. You could colour me yellow. Yet I must confess that I hate conflict!
It rules our lives…at home, with kids, husband, MIL, family, on the road, with the daily grind of salespersons and service providers.
I have my pet peeves…especially one where the courier who brings mail demands my phone number. This I refuse to provide as that goes into data mining and I get all kinds of mail. Sometimes the mail is just routine invite to some exhibition or an offer of some thing at cost price—shipping and handling extra. That gets me and I enter into a slanging match with the aforesaid courier and if he still holds firm in wanting my phone number I do two things…give him back the mail and say take it back (which he hates) or scribble all kinds of inane numbers. So conflict resolved.
If you know Indian traffic the biggest menace on the roads, it is the two wheeler user. These guys/gals think that the road is theirs to weave around like they are on the old fashioned ‘death well’ that we used to see in fairs and circus. They are absolutely blind to anybody else’s place on the road and woe to the pedestrian if they do not watch out.
Conflict implies resolution. I just breathe deeply or leave the spot when there is conflict. The best place in the house to resolve conflict is to hide in the bathroom with a book!