Conflict.

Conflict, in one form or another, seems to have been a major feature of my life. My brother was the same. He was even fighting the paramedics when he was on the floor spewing blood from a massive aneurism, a condition from which he died a few hours later.

He and I were different, though. He courted conflict. For me, conflict just happened. For me, conflict is like everything else in life: all very well until you grow tired of it.