Peace on the bridge. Or not.

I was driving over the Golden Gate Bridge with the boys today. I always pay special attention to the pedestrians thinking I'll be able to spot a potential jumper and save his or her life. Today, I saw a group of marchers with peace signs and placards that declared "peace not war." I honked and waved. I'm all for peace and freedom. Heck yeah! Micro seconds later I realized the hypocrisy of this when moments earlier I was not having peaceful feelings toward ex. How can I be pro-peace when I can't even promote peace in my own backyard? To understand how people in the Middle East can hold resentments for epic lengths of time and why they have such a hard time getting along, just get divorced.