Going further back to the school yard: "I go first." "No way." "Choose me." "I won't play with you." "I'm the leader." "My way is the best." "You cheated." "Not fair." "I'm boss."
Later in the classroom: "Teacher, look at my paper. Do you like what I did?" "Will I get picked?" "It was my turn." "I was pushed." "I want the credit." "Look at me, look at me." "Me, me, me."
At times I believe not much has changed. As adults we protest if we don't get our way. We may choose to fight back, opt for compromise, say nothing or leave the group. In the daily struggle to lead, say our piece, have our way, we often lose the focus of why we are part of the group. Why did we join in the first place? What was the goal of the group? Can we be satisfied with taking a lower place or not having our idea being accepted? Can we accept a middle ground?
My guess is that ego or insecurity are often involved (the hallmark of the bullies)...or maybe we just get weary of the battle. Some stay in the game, others choose to leave. At times a smaller sect evolves. Teamwork is difficult at best, even in a group as small as a marriage. It means keeping one's eyes on the final goals.
In the end, each must decide whether it is worth the effort, or at this time in one's life it may be best for all if we just go home, read a magazine, knit a shawl, write a book or work a crossword.
There may be more than one way to save the world.
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