Power. It plays out in countless ways in every aspect of our lives. We want to control our little corner of the world we live in. We want everything around us to conform to our presence. We don't want to look outside ourselves, not because we are opposed to what we might see, but because it would somehow loosen our control.

Yesterday I became engulfed in a major argument stemming from a relatively minor issue just because of this concept. I saught to impose my will on other's actions, while seeing any disagreement to this as a personal attack against my person. Why would they ignore me? Is there something about me they don't approve of? Can't they take me into consideration? This led to an essentially circular discourse where I would accept nothing less than total submission, but was so unwilling to trust those whom I loved. When it came down to it, I didn't even have a reason. I had reasons to be concerned, but not reasons to not trust. It had to be a moment where I would let go. So many emotions of frustration and just anger stem from an otherwise passive emotion of caring for someone. You wish to protect them, you worry about them, you ask them to keep themself safe, you impose rules to do so, they reject rules because they are based on a senseless need for power and lack of trust, this leads to anger. In the end, the caring nature at the heart of the conflict won out, but the sheer variety of responses to something of the like amazes me.