ah, the games.

Just a little tid bit from wikipedia:

"Passive-aggressive behavior refers to passive, sometimes obstructionist resistance to following authoritative instructions in interpersonal or occupational situations. It can manifest itself as resentment, stubbornness, procrastination, sullenness, or repeated failure to accomplish requested tasks for which one is assumed, often explicitly, to be responsible. It is a defense mechanism and more often than not only partly conscious. For example, people who are passive-aggressive might take so long to get ready for a party they do not wish to attend that the party is nearly over by the time they arrive. Another form of passive-aggressive behavior is leaving notes to avoid face-to-face discussion or confrontation."

I don't think I could be as eloquent as wikipedia without some time and research. Passive-aggressive people are an interesting breed. They might be upset with you but instead of talking to you or confronting you, they just do something indirectly hurtful. The games get really tiring for those of us who don't play such games. I truly do not understand why people don't just grab their cajones and deal with life and its, sometimes, uncomfortable situations. It's so much more mature to just talk about any beef you have with someone. But instead, those passive aggressive just shut you out but really want to be a part of your life. Instead of finding the balance, they play these games. I was told that I was not supposed to speak to a certain person EVER again. Yes, he said ever. Actually, I think he said "never call me again." Same concept though. Then he comes back saying maybe he made a mistake. And that he was upset. Yet, he fails to believe that he might need to sit down with a therapist and hash out these cruel, hurtful, angry, irrational outbursts where he demands such extremes. The severe ups and downs could also be another topic of conversation. He refuses to believe any of that. I can't help him if he doesn't help himself. But alas, it's not my job to take care of everyone. I've done some significant
"taking care of" that typically goes unappreciated. Cause "it's the past." Ah, yes. The past counts for nothing. Except for the fact that it is direct correlation to how we got to where we are now. Details.

Maybe I just care too much. I should let it go. Let it slide off my back. No more shedding tears. No more stressing and worrying. After all, it's not mutual. And I don't care to do what he does--the intentional inflicting of hurt and pure cruelty. After all, no one deserves to be treated that way. Dropped at one moment and then picked back up like I forgotten but cherished toy.