I don’t like the word “passive.” Does anyone like this word? Its worse than introvert, a word that once brought fear to my soul. Another word, boring. At one time, I could trash all of them.
I have made my peace with introvert. I am often one, and proud of it. Same with boring, I often prefer me as such. All of these words have one thing in common. You might have guessed it already; I take each one personally.
What if people laugh when you had no intention of them doing so? What do you do? Owning it is the only way I found to take away the hurt, the shame or whatever other negatives I experienced.
Passive stands alone. My word sheriff hasn’t rounded it up. It is a fugitive from justice, most often appearing in writing or a relationship. In writing, we want the active verb, but our minds beg for the passive. In a relationship, we want people who are direct. We want to be direct, but sometimes courage fails us.
I looked back over my posts for 2013 to see if I had addressed my concern with passive. I had not. I decided to end the year like a lion and not a lamb. At least part of me is now the aggressor. Passivity is becoming my history.