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The Art of Arguing

After my post of Mystical Tours 3 (a week ago Monday), a couple of people were surprised to find that I confronted my supervisor about lying to me. Thank you for bringing this up, because it gave me the opportunity to share the video below.

My bro and me going at it on my wedding day. No remarks about the 1980's bridal hat.
My bro and me going at it on my wedding day. Don’tcha love the 1980’s bridal hat?

I must preface this by saying, that I do not think I handled the situation with my supervisor or coworkers very maturely. In my defense, I was only nineteen-years-old. I have learned to pick my battles in later years, and to handle them more tactfully. In other words, I still confront when I feel it’s necessary, but less aggressively. In my memoirs and (upcoming) fiction, this is what I write about … human beings with flaws, living, learning, laughing and growing.

Having said that, I mentioned in my comments that not only do I have Italian DNA in my blood, but growing up, I was trained in the art of arguing. The video below shows how early the training begins to confront and argue, using our own brand of sign language. We Italians call it a conversation.

For you nonItalians, don’t expect to understand what you’ll see here. This is just a 53-second example of the training process.

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18 thoughts on “The Art of Arguing”

    1. Ha, ha, I know. I think that little girl already graduated from arguing and family-sign-language school. Heh. Thanks for stopping by, Elli.

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  1. Great video. It reminds me of a conversation I once had with my very young daughter when I told her to eat her beets,

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  2. I don’t usually click on clips, often don’t have time, but I’m glad I did 🙂 I didn’t realise how ‘handy wavy’ I was until I saw a sequence of myself in a video of a wedding reception.
    Families, Italian or not, relationships or friendships where conversation is welcomed are the best. My family is loud, and discussions are many and varied. My best friends give and take honesty. The G.O. and I have lots of conversations but not many of them heated, and none of the heated ones lengthy. I think it’s because we have lots of conversations 🙂

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    1. My hubby thought our conversations were heated, because he wasn’t used to such displays. It took him a while to get used to it. At the same time he admired it, because it was so honest and full of expression. Thanks for checking out the video. That little girl has got it down. 😊

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    1. She’s so adorably funny that I knew everyone would get a kick out of her. I think I can figure out a little bit of what they’re saying too, after watching it a dozen times. 🙂 Thanks for checking it out, Jill.

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    1. Heh, that lacy gloved hand could pack a punch with all four-foot, eleven inches of me behind it. It’s called “chihuahua syndrome.” Hee, hee. Don’t forget, my bro was trained, too. 😉

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  3. “We call it a conversation” hahaha! I know the feeling. I have no idea what the topic of the video is, but that young girl is going to be a pro before long. She even moves her hands the same way as the grandmother! So adorable.

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    1. I think she may have even surpassed her grandma in the arguing department. Ha, ha. When I was first dating my husband, he used to get all uncomfortable around us. He’d ask me why we were arguing (my family), and I’d say, “What arguing? We were just having a conversation.” He didn’t get it. Ha, ha.

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