The passive-aggressive guilt trip
My mother is an expert in the guilt-trip. Last week she phoned to say "Happy Birthday" and, after a 10 minute conversation, finished with, "Well, I hope you have a nicer time than I did on the day you were born."
She also stated that she was going to kill herself when she reached 65. On Christmas Day morning. Having rung up to see if there was anything she could bring for lunch.
I think it's just a mother thing, but how good are your relatives and friends at the passive-aggessive?
( , Thu 13 Oct 2005, 9:52)
My mother is an expert in the guilt-trip. Last week she phoned to say "Happy Birthday" and, after a 10 minute conversation, finished with, "Well, I hope you have a nicer time than I did on the day you were born."
She also stated that she was going to kill herself when she reached 65. On Christmas Day morning. Having rung up to see if there was anything she could bring for lunch.
I think it's just a mother thing, but how good are your relatives and friends at the passive-aggessive?
( , Thu 13 Oct 2005, 9:52)
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Never mind the human passive-aggresive techniques.
Let's discuss cats.
Our cats are hideously spoiled, and if we are on our way out one of them will come running up to hubby and smacks him with his paw. This results in hubby petting the dogfood until he purrs and is happy.
When we come back, the cats turn their backs on us, until the vocal one decides he's hungry. Then they're all cute and meowy until we feed them. They then stay happy again until hubby and I decide to have sex or a conversation, at which point they start meowing at us until such time as we either feed them again or give up our conversation/sex life to talk to them and pet them.
( , Fri 14 Oct 2005, 21:49, Reply)
Let's discuss cats.
Our cats are hideously spoiled, and if we are on our way out one of them will come running up to hubby and smacks him with his paw. This results in hubby petting the dogfood until he purrs and is happy.
When we come back, the cats turn their backs on us, until the vocal one decides he's hungry. Then they're all cute and meowy until we feed them. They then stay happy again until hubby and I decide to have sex or a conversation, at which point they start meowing at us until such time as we either feed them again or give up our conversation/sex life to talk to them and pet them.
( , Fri 14 Oct 2005, 21:49, Reply)
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