When you think of the worst type of fights, what do you think of? Leaving the toilet seat up? Forget special days? Jealousy? Anxiety? Not spending enough time with one another? Cats vs dogs? While those are pretty bad and some pretty petty, falls in comparison to one type of fight.

Fights from having the best intentions.

Any petty fight can be traced to a root problem. They tend to be pretty easy to dissect. Some things can be bought. Some things can be done. Maybe do this and that a tad bit more. Or much more. Or much less. Or not at all. And give up and just admit that dogs are superior pet to the inferior feline species.

But how does one tackle the situation when the fight begins with a caring and loving act? Not do the act again? Do it less? But it comes with the territory. And the problem doesn’t really end there. If the act was done with the best of thoughts, maybe that act needs to be done, or something needs to be done. Anything. So now one faces a juxtaposition, walking on eggshells that aren’t even hard boiled. And now you find yourself, squaring up, despite knowing all the non-right angles, and you find yourself stuck in a not so cute situation (sorry for the puns).

We tend to mistake things for one thing when they’re clearly something else. Maybe deep down, we know what needs to be done but can’t be bothered, or are afraid, to do the right thing, not for others, but for ourselves. But at the same time, even with having the best intentions, it isn’t necessarily the right thing to do. Because now we make presumptions assertions that we know better than others. And maybe we do. Or maybe we don’t. And now we’re angry and feel we’re the one being wronged.

Maybe flip a coin next time. Just one.

Because giving two seems like the wrong choice.