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PASSIVE AGRESSIVE LITTLE BITTY BICHES

 Being unbothered, minding your business, and paying dust to petty ass hoes is a recipe for unwanted attention.


You can be out here just living your life and some random cave ogre will talk to you or about you crazy. 

Some of the stoics say you should just ignore them, that they are projecting their own misery on to you. 

Not everyone values direct honest behavior. It is considered rude and unrefined. 

In a world where the wealthy rest atop a pile of fortune labored into existence by the poor and middle class, stock in genuine intentions is in the negative. 

I say that whenever possible you should give these passive aggressive little bitty biches a lesson in the value of integrity and empathy. 


The real motivation of passive aggressive behavior isn't an outside source of anxiety, IMO. It DOES have to do with you specifically. 

To go out of one's own way to plan and plot to "throw shade" at someone is not effortless. 

This leads me to believe that the target is as intentional as the act itself. 

So much energy to achieve nothing. 

More often than not these types of people possess some form of power, yet that power is not sufficient enough to shield them from loss. 

They are still vulnerable to ridicule and liability for their behavior. And so they learn to throw the rock and hide their hand. 

Not only do they get to be mean and spiteful without consequence but they have the added potential of making the victim look like the aggressor. 

People that are well versed and use these tactics seldom achieve their heights by honest means. 

And for them to use such tactics on someone who is not doing anything to them is a sign that these tactics weren't used for emergencies only. 

It doesn't take much to trigger someone who  is used to behaving in such a pattern. 

You could have just not laughed at a joke or asserted another viewpoint or didn't ask them about something they were bragging about. 

But you know what really triggers passive aggressive little bitty biches?

When they set you up to fail and it doesn't work.

When they hand you a pile of dung and you turn it into fertilizer. 

When they try to trigger your anger and they get a calm, logical response. 

This is how you slay these syphillitic dragons.

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