Monday, September 12, 2016

DEFENSE

Defense mechanisms - everyone has them. It can be enacted in almost any circumstance, but the binding factor would always be to protect one's ego. I used to be very indecisive about what my own defense mechanism was - which ranges from a conceited, holier-than-thou thought of "I don't think I have one leh.", to a I-should-be-banished-to-hell-for-even-coming-up-with-something-like-that.

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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