Passive Aggressivness in Blogs

Lately I have noticed a lot of passive-aggressive behavior in the blogging community. What is it about being online that brings out bad behavior? On my other blog, all of my "friends" are people I knew when I lived back in the great white north. Blogging has been quite a lovely tool to help me keep in touch with them. It allows me to update everyone with little tid-bits of my life, without actually having to email everyone. And reading a blog is totally voluntary. I don't feel right inundating every one's in box with crap that they really don't care about. Who knows, maybe some of these people that I think care about what's going on in my life, could give a crap less. If they want to see what's going on, they can click on a link and read away. And it works the other way. I get to read about my friends, and get a little picture about the happenings in their lives if I so choose.

Anyways, the whole idea sounds all fine and dandy, except people seemed to have forgotten how to behave. The fact that you can write something from the safety of your own computer and not look the other person in the eye, allows people to say all kinds of mean stuff without any reservation. But they don't just come right out and say it, they get little jabs in here and there that are directed to someone, but don't really come right out and say, "Hey So-and-So, you're a jerk". The worst part about it all, is these little jabs are being broadcast to any and every reader of the blog.

I started noticing it mostly when some drama started creeping into my group of friends. Someone started dating his best friends girlfriend, another couple of friends got involved in a business/money relationship that turned bad, and another one burned some bridges and became paranoid about being stalked by "lurkers".

My point is, instead of hinting at little things online, why don't you try facing that person, and talking with them? If you can't say it to their face, maybe it isn't worth saying at all. And maybe I'm as guilty of this behavior just as much as everyone else. After all, creating this "secret" blog without telling any one of my friends about it is a little passive aggressive if you think about it. But my whole reason for creating this blog, was not to hide things from anyone, I'm just looking to have a little fun. And anyone who happens to find this blog and actually is interested enough to read it, is welcome.

What I'm reading

I just finished reading Jane Eyre for the first time. I was very hopeful when I picked up the book, but truthfully I was shocked at how much I liked it. To tell you the truth, I'm not usually too into the classics. I don't really have anything against them, they are just books that don't normally appeal to me.

I think Jane Eyre really caught me up for two main reasons. First of all, it's actually a pretty dark book if you thing about it. It is pretty much anything but happy and cheery. Don't get me wrong, good things happen in it and there are some funny bits, but it has a big morbid underline feel to the entire book. There are also some pretty desolate times for poor Jane. But this leads me to the other reason why I really liked this book. Jane Eyre is such a strong character. She has a pretty miserable existence for the most part, but she never wallows in self-pity. She kind of takes what is handed to her and makes the most of it. She's not afraid to speak her mind, even if there are consequences to her words. She can't help it, it's just totally in her nature. And Bronte stays pretty true to the Jane's character. Where good things do happen occasionally, and things turn out for her in the end, it's not a total 180. It's not suffer, suffer, suffer, and then BAM! Puppies, and rainbows, and flowers, and the world is all right. Jane Eyre suffers and struggles, and eventually things come around, but it's not totally all good. For example, *(warning, spoiler)* she lands her man in the end, but he is blind and disfigured. She's happy to be with the man she loves, but she has to pretty much take care of him.

I think a lot of me liking this book had to do with what is going on in my life right now. I'm not totally miserable and suffering, but these past couple of months have been pretty challenging. Seeing a strong female character is what I needed. And I don't think I could have been in a totally wonderful mood and marvolous time in my life, and enjoyed Such a depressing atmosphere.

Altogether I would say it's a great book, 5 out of 5 stars. It did drag a little bit in some parts, but if it held my interest, and I liked it, AND it's a classic, it deserves full marks.

All of my friends have been very supportive since the abrupt end of the 7 month "thing" with Captain Dan. It almost makes me feel even worse about the whole thing. They are being such good friends, when I feel like I haven't been there for them for past several months. It just makes me understand how important it is to spend time with your friends and take care of them. You never know when you are going to be the one who needs supporting.

Hopefully now, I'll be ready to move on to some more scandalous entries!

here we go again

So of course I haven't used this blog how I've been meaning too, but that's too be expected. I'm pretty wishy-washy that way.

Anyway... I'm single again. That's right, I got dumped. Well, not really, but technically I did. Basically the sissy just stopped all communication out of the blue. He just stopped calling me and answering his phone. No explanation, no break up, no nothing. You think that after 7 months, you would at least get something. I kind of feel like that episode of Sex and the City where Carrie gets broken up with on a Post-it note. Seven months isn't a terribly long time, but it's still pretty significant. And I really did care for the guy.

I guess the thing that gets me the most is you would think that after you turned 30 you wouldn't have to put up with this type of crap anymore. I was wrong. And I'm talking about a 40 year old man. One who always like to remind me about how much older and more mature he was than I. He had so many more life experiences than I have had, that must make him more mature, right? The only thing that I have learned is that age and maturity have nothing to do with each other.

You know, at this point I really don't want to hear any explanations, reasons, excuses or anything. The only thing I wish I would have had was a simple goodbye.

But I ain't gunna let no man get me down. No use in moping around. This past Saturday my girlfriends took me out for a night on the town. I tore it up, and picked up a hot Latino guy to boot! Same age as me... Sexy, athletic body, nice booty, and a great dancer! I still got it in me :)