Q is for Quibble
You know, there are some people who love to argue. I think most of them live in New York, but actually you can find them just about everywhere. Those people thrive on conflict – they actually feel more alive when they’re in the middle of a good knock down drag out.
Me…I despise disagreements! Social conflict is something I will actively run away from. That’s one reason I’ll get up and walk out of the room when somebody begins a discussion about religion or politics – because everyone knows that the possibility of a quarrel skyrockets when you bring either of those subjects into a conversation. I also rarely offer an opinion when asked – about anything – because as soon as you do the person asking will want to tell you his or hers, then try and convince you why you’re wrong.
The reason I picked quibble for today’s word/topic is because of the way a cute word can communicate such a harsh meaning. Granted, quibbling hovers on the border of true arguing, tending to be used when hair-splitting, fussiness, or nit-picking is involved. But it can just as easily be used to downplay, or explain-away negative behavior (“that wasn’t an argument, we were just quibbling”).
But no matter how hard we try to avoid confrontation ultimately ending with a dispute, eventually it’s going to happen (I am married after all). I’ve been told many times that when I argue, my eyes turn black. That’s because my pupils – those things that look like round, black dots in the center of the eyes, but actually openings that allow light to enter the eyes – have dilated in response to the change in my emotional state. The size of the opening is controlled by the iris, the colored portion of the eye surrounding the pupil. The pupils constantly change size in response to light, to the eye’s focusing distance, and to emotions. In my case, the result is rather dramatic when I’m angered.
And that’s where my character flaw lies. Those people I mentioned in my opening…the ones who love to argue…they can do it without getting overly emotional. If you measured their blood pressure and heartbeat while in the midst of a squabble, you’d think they were enjoying a no-fat latte while strolling through the park listening to Bruno Mars. Me, I’m the exact opposite, which is why I avoid arguing at all cost.
What about you? How to you handle a good quibble? :)