"There is a land called Passive-Aggressiva, and I am their queen."
I have really been earning my place on the throne of this land called Passive-Aggressiva in the past few days. I am their queen. Unfortunately, men are generally too dense to be able to read the body language or hear that little passive aggressive tone in your voice. Men.* You can't live with 'em, you can't kill 'em. I've said it before and I'll say it again: dating ruins your life. Over the past 6 weeks or so while everyone else has been blogging about the lovely events of 2011, their Christmas vacations, and their resolutions for the new year I have been . . . dating. Dating is an interesting experience for me, an experience that I rarely participate in and generally do not enjoy. This dating experiment, however, was going splendidly until last week. So here I am, dealing with growing frustration, trying to decide how to approach this first fight or possible end of our relationship. All the while he seems completely clueless. I came home angry Friday night. My anger grew into a scary monster on Saturday, so Becky and I went for a nice late-night drive with loud music to make everything better. Yesterday I was feeling somewhat recovered and ready to calmly address the issue today. But alas, today the anger has been rekindled and I am back on the throne of Passive-Aggressiva because I am afraid of the angry and potentially mean things I may say if I actually attempt to discuss this. Apparently I need some lessons in dealing with conflict.
Dating is the worst. I honestly don't know how anyone ever gets married.
On the bright side,
this makes me really happy:
and I'm a little obsessed with this song: {Youth, by Daughter}
*This should probably say "Men I date." I actually think men are great. My friends have husbands that are great. My dad is wonderful. My brothers are the best guys around. But the ones I tend to date . . . yikes!
2 comments:
Ali! You need to blog more. It seriously makes my week every time you post. Dating is indeed the worst. And I am with ya sister, I seriously don't know how people get married. It's a real miracle that two people can actually solve all their differences and then decide that they want to be together all the time. I think I saw on Heather's blog that you were dating someone. Super fun, but yeah not always easy.
If you want to talk about it or just get it all out, I'd love to hear.
Sincerely yours, Becca
Oh I've so been there. Kind of am right now, and not even with a boyfriend. Just a boy that's a friend. Kill me.
Also, I freaking miss you. Just so you know.
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