As a conflict-averse, mild-mannered sweet boy: huh.
I got you, fam. Anyone gives you any shit, just give them my number. I'll tear a strip up their front and down their back and send them complimentary plane tickets if they've got something to add to the conversation.
My wife (gently) gives me a hard time for not just being NOT anti-conflict, but like actively pro-conflict. I just fucking hate that so many people act like trash because of the 'what are you gonna do about it?' attitude. As if the only reason to be a good fucking person is not wanting to get your skull caved in. But sure, man, if that's what keeps you in the arms of the lord above, I'll be glad to remind you that SOME people will still take you up on it if you say 'do something!'
I still remember before we bought the new company truck, the old one had the company name and phone number on it (an office line that redirects to my cell when we're not at the office). Some guy in a Charger (of course) was being super aggressive and almost slammed into me when I slowed down in front of him -because someone in front of me stopped to turn into a parking lot-. As in, I did literally nothing wrong and he was following too close and driving too fast (I say, as someone that speeds everywhere at all times).
He went around me, revving and squealing. Then got in front of me again, but I changed lanes because I was going to be turning the other way, so we ended up beside each other. He rolls his window down and starts screaming and flipping me off and so on. I ignored him. Then he called the number on the side of my pick-up after we had separated. Literally just said 'are you the guy in the pick-up?' 'Yep.' 'FUCK YOU!'
I was about ten seconds away from my shop at this point so when I pulled up, I texted him. Explained exactly what he did wrong and how he's the one that almost hit me and had no right to be angry, and that he should actually be apologizing for being too much of a shitty driver to also drive so aggressively.
He texted back with threats and 'I know where your guys' shop is, I know what you look like.' So I spent most of the day texting him. Goading him. Asking if he's struggling financially and wants help paying for driving lessons. He just kept up with the threats and I was texting stuff like 'I've been at the office all day, what - you don't get a lunch break at McDonalds?' Just being an absolute prick. He never did show up. No one ever does. I still have the text exchange. I think about messaging him again sometime to see if he ever got those driving lessons.