Conflicts

Mars... the ultimate regalia of war and conflict, may have been the reason behind this salvo of drama in my life.

As I awoke from my diurnal slumber, an occurence produced by my night time billet, my cousin-in-law's wife entered the house with thespian flare. As if a goddess on Olympus, she announced her arrival.

Earlier, my mother told me about a small feud between my cousin-in-law and my own brother... something to do with the upkeep of our humble abode...

My eyebrows raised at the blasphemy of it. You see, I have been constantly reminding them of the horrid conditions of the house. I mean, their stuff strewn everywhere.

I am the bread winner. The least you can expect from all of them is a certain amount of respect.

As a result of their rivalry, an object of importance was put on the line. This object, which she gave to me as a house-warming present, was being pulled out of the house, due to the conflict between her and my sibling.

I have to admit that I was wrong when I declared out loud that she may take all that is hers and shove it up her ass. LOL... yeah I was wrong to say it out loud... but it felt sooo right!

Well, that started the high drama that played for an hour or so. I becoming quite brash and loud, she becoming even louder.

To make the story short, I asked them to pull their weight and do what is expected of them, even asking them to pitch in with the household utilities. To each his own.

I recognize my mistakes and admit them. I never scolded anyone, or asked too much from anyone. I guess people take these things for granted.

You ever wonder what makes life interesting. To me, conflicts such as what happened adds a little color into your life.

What astonishes me is that during bouts of household fury, I can step out of character and look into the situation, as if being the audience watching a horrible travesty. In that moment, you see things as being comical, with no sense at all.

The downside of living with family is that you can't say anything to anyone directly because you are afraid to hurt their feelings, but you tell it to anyone else who would want to hear anyway. The walls have ears and gossip and rumors run their cycle.

Until it reaches the person you are talking about. This is where war and conflicts are bred.