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Wednesday, December 06, 2006
12:34 AM
I've known this long ago. It has become something like a fact. I don't know how to handle people. What's worse, I don't know how to handle conflicts.
Since when I was really small, conflicts always ended with harsh words, shouting and eventually punches, in the case of the little me back then, it's always the prints of my father's hand on my face.
I've grown up to understand that confrontations are to be avoided, bearing in mind the consequences of getting into a fight. I let myself loose a little in the army, a world where u have to show u are not a pushover. But nevertheless, in a society like this, it's really not a good thing to get into any confrontation when you know you can't control your temper.
Just somehow I didn't manage to remember all this when I decided to confront my father on some things which are actually quite minor. Things escalated, harsh words exchanged,, shouting and screaming followed.
Sitting down and talking it out. Simple words, but it's an art I can never master.
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