In light of recent events, I think I might have finally settled on what my defense mechanism is. It is, to the best of my abilities, the English language.
An English major I am definitely not - but my first line of defence in any potentially ego-hurting situation is to revert to the English language and state my point (maybe throw in a little passive-aggressiveness while I'm at it) across, while using as many cheem English words as possible. This is to ensure that I sufficiently coat my point in a thick layer of caustic sarcasm before I proceed to show the other party up.
This might prove to be slightly deceitful, especially when I'm a huge supporter proper communication. But hey... A girl's gotta have her petty moments once in awhile.
I was this *barely placing my thumb and index finger together* close to using ad nauseam to reiterate my point in a recent disagreement of sorts, but have decided against it since I've already used "prosaic". Just imagine the amount of passive aggressiveness and shade that I was throwing whilst getting my point across.
The point of this post is for me to own up to my own defense mechanism, and to relinquish any residual pettiness that I might still harbour within me.
Annnnd...I think I'm done for the day.
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