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I guess we learn from an early age how to fight over the dumbest things.
Why should it surprise us later in life when we still fight over dumb things?
Be it political, be it marital, be it over whatever, it's still sometimes equivalent to fighting over a piece of lint.
"I had it first!" my son, Walter (almost 6) would scream at my daughter, Carrie (3 1/2)
And so the screaming match begins quickly progressing to arms joining in.
Over something so silly. If they could just learn to wait 5 minutes and the one is tired of it and it's all theirs.
It could be ball, a pen, a rubber band, a piece of LINT for crying out loud. But b/c the one has it, the other MUST have it as well.
Or how about pushing in line. I always had to remind students that they will all get to where they need to go and there is no need to "cut the line" or even push. Didn't matter if they were 5 or 15. Crazy.
So why should we be surprised when later in life - while driving, someone cuts you off at a merge?! I see it all the time a half a mile near our house. If you drive Nolensville Road southbound from Old Hickory, it takes only about 15 yards to enter this spot.
It's right after the stoplight at Ace and Walmart.
That's the dividing line - the piece of lint...that causes drivers to be so angry at another car- that almost caused an accident.
Because they "must be first"
Really? One car ahead? We are going to be so childish over something so stupid.
The piece of road that divides. Same piece of lint.
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