Bicker: (v) to argue about petty and trivial matters.
Perhaps one of the greatest misconceptions of our time is the idea that we, as human beings, are actually able to agree to disagree.
We’ve all heard it.
Some impasse will be reached between two individuals and one of them will suggest they cease the discussion, admitting that resolution is impossible, and pretend to accept the opinion of the other person as viable.
We don’t do that.
We might set out to portray ourselves as open-minded citizens, able to tolerate variance of opinion without any retribution, but actually, we eventually fall back on bickering with those who disagree with us, while still, amazingly, insisting that there is no real problem.
- We pick.
- We fuss.
- We cast aspersion on the character of another.
- We raise our eyebrows when they walk out of the room to connote how crazy they truly seem to be.
- We giggle to ourselves.
We are dishonest. We pretend the situation is calm, but actually, it’s a fomenting sea.
It is why husbands and wives are well-known for taking cheap shots at each other–bickering–even in the presence of others, under the guise that this is “just what married people do.”
Actually, it is what humans do when they have unresolved conflict they have swept under the rug … leaving a bumpy pathway for future walking.