When I was younger it was my job to set the table for dinner, and my brother's job to clear it. We had two sets of silverware all mixed up together in the drawer; one set was smooth and the other set had handles that had like flowers and swirly things etched into them. I liked the smooth ones better because they looked cleaner when I was trying to set the table nicely. I avoided setting the table with the etched ones whenever possible.
When I was angry at a family member I would give them an etched fork or something. I would even feel guilty about it. Like sometimes I would go back and switch out their silverware for the smooth kind and hope they didn't notice. If I didn't have enough clean smooth silverware and had to give someone the etched kind I would get worried that they would think I was mad at them. And the stupid thing is literally nobody cared. Nobody even noticed the difference in silverware. I spent my entire childhood getting back at people with etched silverware that no one else even cared about, and if that doesn't say something about how I understand and deal with conflict then I don't know what to tell you.
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