What happens when you have a conflict with a person you have to see all the time and they are the type of person that cannot handle conflict? Should you keep your mouth shut and act just as passive-aggresively as they are? Or should you confront the issue like a normal, stable adult and try to work past it?
After months of tension with a new roommate, I finally stopped being such a baby and went with option 2. Only to have it backfire and our living situation become a hundred times worse than it had been. As it turns out, people who are routinely passive aggressive, do not simply change their ways just because you decided to talk about an issue that they created. As it turns out, those insanely passive aggressive people actually think they can get away with creating tension and because you’ve been easy going until this point, you should just let this one go too, right? Those extremely passive aggressive (and immature, if that wasn’t already clear) have no escape plan for when you get fed up with them. It’s as though they think everyone else will try to avoid conflict just as much as they will.
So the point is, you can’t win apparently. You can, but that would involve being able to see into the future and knowing ahead of time how fucking crazy they are so then you just never let them move into your house in the first place.
Beware of people who are more passive aggressive than you. I learned that lesson the hard way this summer.
I’m at Coffee Culture, supposed to be working on a paper for my geography class. Of course when should be doing schoolwork is always the time I get the urge to blog. Obviously, I had more self control than usual this past month as I’ve been absent from the blogosphere despite being swamped with school stuff. Really, I just found internet distractions that require even less effort.
I wasn’t being productive at home, and I don’t like to do work in the same place for too many consecutive hours so I forced myself to go out into the real world. Apparently I’ve convinced myself that $5 coffee, Frank Sinatra music, and the constant buzz of conversation helps me focus. None of this is true of course, but I’ll keep trying.
Today was Convocation at school. Not my convocation of course, I still have 3 more years till I get to wear the polyester robe. I said hundreds of people running around campus in suits and sundresses, heals and ties and bouquets of flowers EVERYWHERE. I watched people pose for photographs in front of UWaterloo banners, gardens, and notable buildings. I saw lots of tears, lots of group hugs, and lots of lost parents. And honestly, it made me feel so scared for all of those graduates. When I graduated high school, it was exciting…I had so much to look forward to, I new what the next steps were, or at least I thought I did. But when you graduate from university, the next step is totally open and its up to you to figure out what it is. Grad school, internships, travelling, or the most common, unemployment.
School is such a nice safety net. Its stressful sometimes, but when I think about it, I’d way rather be stressed out about an exam than trying to figure out what the fuck I was going to do with the rest of my life. Basically, I’m in no rush to leave this place. I have good friends, and very few responsibilities. I’d like to keep it that way for awhile.
I made a pros and cons list today, the subject of the list is irrelevant and likely didn’t deserve its own list…but I was looking for a distraction from my psych homework.
What I realized while making this aforementioned list is that writing down the pros and cons of something doesn’t help you make a decision or be happy about something in your life you were unsure of.
All the list making does is force you to think about the bad stuff, and even if the good stuff outweighs the bad you still have the cons at the front of your mind. When I was making my cons list, I was thinking really hard about the bad aspects of the subject. Half the things I wrote down were negatives that hadn’t even crossed my mind before. Writing the list was causing me to become aware of new annoyances. That sounds a little unhealthy.
So I’m calling it quits with the pros and cons list. From now on, a magic 8 ball will help me make my decisions.
Earlier today I was getting ready to leave my house and go to school. Looking in the mirro, changing my outfit for the 4th time etc. And I looked at my watch and realized the bus was coming in like 3 minutes and I hadn’t gotten my books together OR made a snack! So of course I had to rush out the door and in doing so forgot half my stuff. I was wearing my most prized posession, my owl ring.
I wish I had a picture to display, it really was adorable.
To make a long story short, it fell of whilst I was running like a manic to catch the stupid bus. And now we are forever separated.
I bought it about 2 years ago at a thrift store, it was my signature item.
So goodbye little buddy, we had some good times together and I’ll never forget you.