A fitful union of foes
Fighting has its high points, for it healthfully releases steam. But fighting has its low points, for not all fighters’ steam-releasing mechanisms are compatible or useful or comprehensible, given the situation and the players. Some people learn the hard way, and some people are hard-wired oddly. Fighting is foolish. Fighting’s not fun. But if we must fight, please don’t bring your gun… and know that I’m not good at interacting with people who show no affect. We operate by different kinds of machinery. Without reference points to bind us, to what reality do we tend? I clutch for straws; I pine, I flounder. Mr. Lies!