Chaos creaters

Today, right at the end, there was chaos.  I mean, I could barely get my coat on before chaos came strutting through the hallway.  It was looking to deposit something.  Maybe a seed of discord or an uncomfortable feeling.  It came hoping to spread a little of it's misery into my life.  I knew that had to be dealt with and I dealt with it.  I dealt with it by inviting it to come and sit in my presence and be open and honest.  That just kills people when you invite them to stop whispering and stop telling tales and stop ranting to passers-by.  I invited chaos to come in a structured manner where the words can be weighed and apologies given if they are needed at all.  Chaos hates that.  She wants to remain aloof and alone and hurt and hurtful.   She wants to walk past you with something in the air that brings the patheticness that is her dwelling place.  She has no peace and those who are around her will have no peace either.  I find that dealing with her is like dealing with a troublesome dog.  If you don't run from her, she looses interest and she chases after the cat.