This word single-handedly is the cause of the most irritable state of mind. Passive aggressive people provoke the worst mixture of feelings, as they leave you instantly confused and angered by their decision to be so unclear, yet decisive in how they feel. I’m the type of person who likes it when things are said straight up, even if it hurts, because I don’t have time for extended periods of  resonating anger and sassiness. Disputes occur in life, as people naturally clash with differing personalities, but the facts and feelings of both parties need to be known. I don’t enjoy the precious gift of eyebrow raises, intangible mumbling, and needless up-downs. I only have so long to live my life, and those situations where people delve at the one chance to play some mysterious, silent killer who doesn’t reveal what is upsetting them, upsets me.

I know how great it feels to play that passive person, sitting in the corner, comforted by those negative thoughts about someone else and relying on only short-lived indefinite interactions to convey that discontent. But let me tell you, nothing sucks more than when you find out through someone else that one of the people you thought shared mutual liking for, is actually unsatisfied with your role in their life. Or having similar nature, evident in social media, when there is the slightest stimulation of an incongruent relationship unknown to those involved. It would be so much better if at any given moment unhappiness with something was openly expression, ridding the inessential need to occupy someone else’s life with fixation of figuring your own emotions.

The world would be such a brighter place if instead of repressed feelings about one another, everyone made clear of their actual sentiments.