RAGE: Passive Aggression

Lets kick this thing off. Louise and I started this thinking that we'd write about things in our lives that piss us off (rage) and make us remember that the world is beautiful (grace). We'll be writing separately with no discussion of what will be posted when. I'll probably wind up writing about Grace more than Rage but that doesn't mean I don't get the occasional urge to kick someone in the jugular till they die.

I figure that I should start by telling you a little about myself so that you can all stop wondering who the hell I am and can move on to wondering what the hell I'm talking about.

My name is James, I'm 21, single, an artist, dreamer, reader and in love with way too many types of music. I'm moseying my way through my 3rd year of college and having an amazing time doing it.

Now on to the main event!!

I'm sure everyone out there has had to deal with the complete and utter bullshit that is passive aggression. You'll be on the rocks with your significant other and instead of talking to you when you call or responding to your texts, they'll passive aggressively "have their phone on vibrate" for 2 straight weeks or "went to bed"... at 6 pm. You'll be having a nice time with your friends when your roommate busts in and huffily begins cleaning everything around you like you're one of those two ton people that can't even bathe themselves.

And sadly, this horrible condition isn't limited just to interactions with people we know, oh no, even in public places we are not safe. Passive Aggression can rear its ugly head to ruin the day anywhere. Waiting in lines, on buses, and even in the most sacred of places, the internet, passive aggressive bullshit is a problem that is ravaging our population.

We've all been there, suffered through the teen-angst tactics of people that can't just deal with situations like adults. We should come up with a good name for these people. How about..

Bitches.

Bitches can be of any gender, color, class or creed. They can look like normal people, which is what makes them so difficult to deal with. You can think that everything is fine until BAM! they flip the switch and the bitch-ness bubbles to the surface. Everyone can, and likely has, been a bitch at some point in time.

So the moral of this blog dear reader is to make you more aware of your own internal bitch. I think we can make this worlds a much better place if we all just said what we actually meant out loud. The next time that you think your roommate is a slob, calmly tell them when you're alone together that you'd like them to try to be a little neater, maybe list off some problems you've been having so that they can try to be more aware of it next time. Its really not that hard, I promise.

So lets all try not to be bitches, ok? I want you all to locate that switch, that passive aggression in you, turn it off, and keep it to your fucking selves.

-James