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Rene Zellweger and I got in a huge knock-down, drag-out this morning on the way to school. It amazes me how much slamming on brakes, and coming to a complete halt in the middle of rush-hour traffic can emphasize the point that "oops, you just crossed THAT line". It's like a huge freakin' 144 point exclamation point. Granted it's not the smartest thing in the world, but it is definitely an argument closer.
I really have a hard time with conflict. I tend to stay calm, cool and collected until it goes on for too long then I totally "nut-up" and either slam on brakes, or break a hand, or start speaking in tongues. Don't get me wrong, I'm not physically violent (ok maybe I am, but not to another person), and I'd never hit my kid or my wife (besides Leslie would beat the ever living shit out of me... the thought of that is humbling enough in itself). I just have a tough time dealing with conflicts and tend to avoid them like the plague.
Anyway, I guess I'm writing this to ask for penance/forgiveness/pass the peace pipe 'cause when I dropped RZ off at school I was still pretty pissed. Now, I'm heading out of town for the next couple of days and I just want things to be "all shiny and happy". Just in case I get hit by a low-flying dog or something I don't want to check-out on a bad, raging, "dad you're a sumbitch" note.
2/3/2004 01:27:35 PM
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