In the ebb and flow of our daily lives, moments arise that test the fabric of our maturity, unwrapping the layers to reveal a core tinged with childishness. It's not the proud banner we carry into our battles; rather, it's a shadow, a reminder of the simplicity and rawness of our beginnings. Coming out into the parking lot after a long day at work to find my car spat on in retaliation for my overly indulgent last break was an act so base, so primal, that it could only speak of a frustration borne from the depths of childish spite. Yet, in that moment, I realized that by taking my long break, I had done the same thing to my co-worker, only I had done it first. Perhaps my co-worker's action was a misguided attempt to relieve pent-up stress or frustration from work or personal life. Maybe it was a cry for attention, a desire to be noticed, heard, or acknowledged in some way. It could be that they struggle with setting and respecting boundaries, both in terms of respecting others' property