Conflict? What you talking about, humans? No conflict here. We aren't conflicted about that.
Still not conflicted here either. Nadda. Nothing. Just a cleaning.
I see nothing conflicting here. Just you and your friggin phone, human. But I'm used to that.
My cat toy. No. My cat toy. No. It's mine. I'm going to win. No. I am. This conflict isn't over yet.
We can't, human. You had us chopped up. You fail. Is that conflict?
Okay. Now I'm very conflicted. Should my hate be this high for this white stuff? Actually...it should. No conflict here then.
Yep. It should. After this nice scene. So much better. Or maybe that better feeling is just the smell of the dope plant to the right. Oh, excuse me. marijuana plant. Guess I better be more official.
Was I conflicted about any of that? Nope! Was I conflicted about anything I have ever posted here? Nope. Do I shake my head at some things? Yep. Was I conflicted? Nope. Have I been conflicted about writing a scene or story or whatever? Nope. Who needs conflict? Just give yourself a heart attack that way. Write on through and get away from the nasty snow to the nicer scene. And if that doesn't work, go find a scene next to a dope plant. Hey. We won't judge...much.
Have you ever decided not to write something because you were conflicted? Did you write something even if you were conflicted? Did you really think dogs and cats couldn't get along?
Enjoy life, forget the strife.