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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Damnit, Janet's mom.
I knew Janet about two years ago. Her dad's a priest, her mom's just as religious, and both of them are very suspicious of the goings-on in their daughter's free time.
Whenever me, my other friend and her met up to do stuff, Janet's mother would pull me to the side.
"Thank you so much for hanging out with Janet and keeping her out of trouble, oh God bless you."
As soon as she drove off Janet would pull a lighter and joint out of her purse and run into the bowling alley bathroom with the other friend giggling all the way, while I pace around outside contemplating the difference between right and wrong and imagining what it's like in hell.
So anyhow, I'm over that now, but poor Janet ran away to Mexico last year and nobody's heard from her since.
( , Fri 14 Oct 2005, 23:55, Reply)
I knew Janet about two years ago. Her dad's a priest, her mom's just as religious, and both of them are very suspicious of the goings-on in their daughter's free time.
Whenever me, my other friend and her met up to do stuff, Janet's mother would pull me to the side.
"Thank you so much for hanging out with Janet and keeping her out of trouble, oh God bless you."
As soon as she drove off Janet would pull a lighter and joint out of her purse and run into the bowling alley bathroom with the other friend giggling all the way, while I pace around outside contemplating the difference between right and wrong and imagining what it's like in hell.
So anyhow, I'm over that now, but poor Janet ran away to Mexico last year and nobody's heard from her since.
( , Fri 14 Oct 2005, 23:55, Reply)
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