I got caught in a doozy of a discussion yesterday. It came at the end of a planning meeting involving people from various parts of the metro area.
Well, it started out as a discussion. But then there was some shouting, and a finger pointing right in a face.
Not really inappropriate, but definitely intense.
I was kind of on the periphery of the shouting, even though I’d been part of what the shouting was about.
And yet…fascinating. Because the shouting match took place between three people who care deeply for each other (two are a father and son) and have known each other and worked together extremely well for a long time. I happen to know that very direct conversation leading to sharp disagreement is commonplace between these three. And, due to circumstances, I ended up sticking around quite some time and seeing the aftermath…which was the three of them working together to finalize plans for an important event.
But holy cow, if I hadn’t known them so well, and hadn’t seen them move on so effectively, it would have knocked me for a loop.
I’m seriously bad at conflict. And way worse at confrontation. How satisfying it must be to be able to just spit out your thoughts, argue it out, and be done with it. Probably a lot healthier than my M.O., internalizing and fuming indefinitely.
But I don’t know if I’d ever have the guts to try it.