Writing is like being able to put life into a snow globe. It takes the things that are too big and scary and reduces them into a form that I can put away when I want and look at from a distance. It also takes all that’s good in life and captures it into something I can take out when I want and look at close up and keep forever. It makes the bad things into something I can hold…and the good things into something I can hold onto. Both help so much that I need that little souvenir of life.

Showing posts with label bad behavior. Show all posts
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Saturday, September 19, 2015

A Passive Aggressive Post About Passive Aggressives

Forgive me. I’ve just been dealing with so many of them lately...though I can't figure out if I actually draw them, or if there are just a lot out there. Here are:

10 Things People Have Actually Said to Me:

1.     Woman who was discussing plastic surgery with someone else at the table, suddenly turning to me: “I bet I know what you’d have done! Boob job, right?”

2.     Same woman from #1: “Why don’t you get your dog shaved? Maybe they could make him look like something! Because you know MY dog is a genuine Bichon Frise! We paid ONE HUNDRED-SEVENTY-FIVE dollars for her!”

3.     Ditto again:” “Did you make that?”
            Me: “Uh…yes.”
“I could tell.”

4.     And my personal favorite from, you guessed it: “I heard your grandmother died and you got her furniture! How wonderful!”

5.     Above woman’s husband: “Who cares if our dog poops in your yard? She’s so small.”

6.     Different woman who asked to see my garden, pointing to a plant: “Is that supposed to look like that?”
Me: “Yes.”
“Oh. Huh.”

7.     Same woman in the same garden: “Is that something?”
Me: “Yes.”
“Oh. Huh.”

8.     Garden woman again, after I’d moved to a new house: “So are you going to make your garden nothing but pink again?”
Me, laughing: “Yes. I do like pink and purple.”
“Oh. Huh.”

9.     Another one: “So what is your daughter’s major again?”
Me: “Biochemistry.”
“And does she have a boyfriend?”
Me: “I don’t know. She did, but I think they just broke up.”
(With conciliatory tone) “Well, don’t worry. I knew girls in college who sat around and did nothing but study, and they turned out to be just fine!”

10.  Same woman from #s 1 and 2: “I’m thinking about breeding my dog. Because you know she is a genuine Bichon Frise, and we paid ONE HUNDRED-SEVENTY-FIVE dollars for her!”
Me: “Oh. Huh.”


“Oh. Huh.” ~Pretty much every passive-aggressive I’ve ever known

“She was a one-man verbal wrecking crew.” ~Overheard in Dr.’s office waiting room