I’ve discovered yet another rather unattractive trait belonging to yours truly that I have to crack. Sigh….
So, just to explain, for the record, I absolutely HATE passive aggression.
Especially in conjunction with the charming character trait of bitching about someone behind their back.
In my view if you’ve got something to say about someone, at least have the nuts to spit it out and address it with them directly, before being snide and going behind their backs to other people. Especially when it is obvious to all looking on that you are being a twat because someone has the temerity to disagree with you, or they have something you do not have, as that is just out and out petty.
As an example, I find the amount of bitching on here about the work of people who have been ‘Freshly Pressed’ particularly amusing. If it doesn’t bother you, and you claim not to want that kind of recognition anyway, then why do you keep banging on about it?!
Me, I’ll take any accolade going thank you very much, even if someone’s two year old designed it with three broken crayons and his foot. 🙂
And when that kind of sly, cowardly shit is further embellished with arrogance, and finally graduates to bullying and/or humiliating someone, then that just makes my blood boil.
But, where my shit comes in, is that I have, of late, rather enjoyed watching one particular person getting their comeuppance on here for such behaviour. And when people have similar opinions to mine about such snideness and say their piece (with fairness, tact and dignity let me stress) about it, he/she gets all huffy.
And, every now and then, I have been known to chip in for my own amusement, because he/she’s such a pompous tit sometimes.
So, I have to ask myself, what does that say about me then?!
And I’m talking about him/her behind his/her back anonymously, as we speak!!
My only defence is that dastardly full moon has been back again for the last two nights, upping the frigging ante and making me all shitty and feral.
Plus, to be fair, I don’t want to hurt this person and have previously said my piece to him/her before now. I did it with with kindness, tact and diplomacy, and he/she, predictably, got all defensive, and then resorted to less than direct little digs that made me want to punch him/her in the face, or, more realistically, confront him/her about it.
Without losing my rag.
Or looking paranoid. 🙂
I have also, in the last few days, been inexplicably drawn to the heinous ‘Daily Mail’ online website (our equivalent to the National Enquirer….), and read all the crappy ‘scandal/stop their benefits/MP claimed for love balls on her expenses/Big Brother star changes her nail polish’ articles, which results in my getting (justifiably) incensed and then spend hours (no justification whatsoever) posting furious/scathing comments and responses to them, when such ridiculous shit shouldn’t concern me at all.
Why do we humans sometimes seek out the very things that we know will wind us up?
Is it because we need an outlet?
Or do we want to prove to the world and ourselves that whilst we might be a bit shit, we are in some way, shape or form better than these irritants?
I’ve known that I’m a little predisposed to this kind of behaviour for some time, and in my defence, I have learned to walk around certain, shall we say, metaphorical Lego bricks lurking in the shag pile.
Even though I haven’t been able to give up the ‘Daily Fail’ completely, I absolutely refuse point blank to read anything about or by Peter (hang ’em high) Hitchens, Liz (ME, ME, ME!) Jones, Samantha (I’m too beautiful) Brick, Charles (wife throttler) Saatchi or Jan (malicious old bitch) Moir.
I refuse to watch anything on TV that features, Gordon (Bully) Ramsay, Amanda (talentless twat) Holden, Claudia (quirky) Winkleman, Piers (dodgy as fuck) Morgan, Jessie (whiny attention seeker) Jay and/or Donald (wiggy, ego maniac, small guy bullying, turbine bothering jizz of the Devil) Trump.
Urgh. Even saying the words ‘Donald’ and ‘Trump’ can make me incandescent with rage….
And I go so far as to take the plug off the TV whenever ‘Embarrassing Bodies’ is scheduled to show, because I’ve seen far too many scabby ball sacks, gooey, reddened mimsys (medical term doncha know) or torn bloodied bum holes in close up and glorious technicolor when accidentally turning on the box at the wrong time of day.
Usually when I’ve just or am about to eat my supper 😦 .
So why have I kept reading this persons blog when I know that at least three out of ten of his/her blog posts is guaranteed to make me prickly?
Not sure. Maybe because I know he/she is probably just a bit insecure deep down?
Or that I feel a sense of loyalty having followed them for a long time?
Or because I didn’t want to ‘de-friend’ them for fear of being unkind or causing offence?
At the end of the day, it matters not.
I do not plan to keep stubbing my toe on the same rock anymore. Or standing on that upturned plug (ouch!) in my bare feet.
Or, more to the point, monitor my Reader list for his/her posts, lying in wait like some deranged Daily Mail paparazzi for him to say something cruel, judgemental or dumb, so that I can leap out of the bushes, take his picture and decry him in print.
Time to direct your energy on more positive, useful enterprises Sista.
Time to Lego.
I mean, Let Go.
And get off that damned Daily Mail website!