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The Desk.

A Dignified Countenance, and a little bit of Soul.

Friday, February 11, 2005

I tend to be a very passive person and a very passive-aggressive person. I do not like confrontation. For example, when people make comments on the riot board that have nothing to do with anything, I prefer just to delete them instead of responding and perpetuating the childishness. If, however, they make a relevant and insightful argument to mine, I will respond in a professional way, unless I just plain don't like you and the very mention of your existence makes me physically ill, then I'll delete it no matter what you say. For the most part, though, I pretty much don't care, and it's only in drasticly undesirable situations that I make any significant move. I would much rather just leave when I am in a situation where I do not want to be, rather than get into a big argument with everybody. I like to let people handle their business and I like them to let me handle mine, when the two do not interfere. Last night, for example, I made an honest mistake, and did not intend to end up with the leverage that I had. I was just going to open up the alternate like I have been and let y'all do what y'all want to do, away from me. She on the other hand seems to be the queen of confrontation, and all those hostage negotiations, as they were, were entirely her perogative. I know exactly why she wanted what she did, and it is very interesting, as she could have just as easily given it up but for the image. Like I've said, it's all about the images, and she had one she wanted to show to somebody that required her to negotiate like she did. Had that particular individual not been present, or if a certain other individual hadn't been where she was earlier none of this would have mattered. But as it stood, I ended up back exactly where I've been trying to get away from. But at least I had a buffer zone, at least for a while. And why is this? Because I'm still too damn passive. I've been giving the go-ahead and she's been taking advantage of it, mostly because I'm not sure what her reaction will be if I drop it. I've been deferring on all things and sacrificing the principles. But I'm done giving the green light. We're not playing tee-ball anymore; I'm going to start throwing curves. But watch out, she might still swing away. Brace yourselves for Monday's cage match.
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