Nearly 3:00am and not sleeping shouldn't be good for the body. Nevertheless, here I go with my mind
jumbles for the day.
Gripes:
Despite pretentiousness or lying, what I loathe the most, I will have to encounter everywhere only because it's a part of human nature. It's like driving around during a sunny day only to find out there's a storm right when you step out of your car. I'm sure I've done it here and there, so leaving the plank in my eye, I'll continue to unravel the frustrations associated with...passive aggression.
This post in of itself is in no way an attempt of passively, aggressively sharing my thoughts, however it may seem so initially.
I'm pretty much an active aggressive person if anything. Ask Jonathan.
One of my old bosses was passive aggressive. I would come into work, realize at some point I didn't know how to fill out that application form for our partner company, or write up reviews on each client's case in the way I was supposed to. Every time I went into her office, she would be on the phone, or in a frantic voice tell me that she was working on "a very important grant/document/paper" and will attend to me later. Which of course never happened. Then when I would finish the day's work and leave the papers on her desk for her to review. She would say she'd look over them. Which of course never happened.
When finally I confronted her about my confusion as to what I was supposed to do. She would reply with "why didn't you ask me?"
O_o
That was incredibly annoying and I decided to just keep working hard at what it was I was supposed to be doing/have done.
From that initial confrontation (active aggressive gesture), she would shower me with compliments, then moments later with a crooked half mile, and a full look of anxiety would come upon her face. She'd let me know nicely (but you know, nicely with concern) this or that doesn't look good. If I then replied with more questions because I did not know exactly what she wanted me to change/do, she would then tell me she was busy and will attend to me later. Which again, never happened.
It's either you tell me what I need to improve on, or tell me I suck at what I'm doing and fire me. Please don't do this nonsensical back and forth game. Goodness. The most amusing part of all this was that during the initial job interview she would tell me to not be a typical asian and show passive aggression if there came a problem. Wow.
Now moving on to my thoughts as of late.
Perhaps it's God's way of trying to teach me patience, or to teach me to not be what I don't want to be...
Whatever it may be, it's a trying process.
How do I address an issue without breaking the spirit of a person? And if I do break the spirit of a person because I am not one to play these ridiculous passive aggressive games and would rather tell people in truth what is going on... is it really up to me how they take it? How do I "rebuke" in love, when I think the way I'm sharing is "loving." And if there are others who have the very same conclusion or concerns yet the person being confronted is unwilling or not realizing the gravity of the problems, what am I to do?
I ask these questions to myself, because I am completely conflicted with our American standards of ethical treatment for peers, for workplaces and such. In America, we are told that truth is relative, and each person has their own moral gauge. If this is true, then if I say "Hey Mr. Snootypoots you're being a bit snooty and it's causing everyone else to be more snooty. I think it's best if you stop that snootiness here," am I in the wrong? What if Mr. Snootypoots responds with "Hey, I don't think I did anything wrong, actually, it's your fault that you think the way you do." How is anything supposed to change if this is the case? This entitlement mentality of gen xyz is troubling me.
I used to always admire the professors who would mark up my papers in red and tell me in class that I didn't know it all. Initially, the burn of humiliation would make me want to run away and hide. But after time, I grew to appreciate their brutal honesty and ability to put me in my place. They were my teachers, and I was their student.That was that. Now, students treat teachers like trash. Kids treat parents like trash. It's all trash. No Clown Trash please!
I'm sure I'll get better at this. In time.
For now... got to admit...can be tiresome for the mind.
I haven't felt the Lord for about 3 weeks now. I read the bible, I spend time worshipping in music, in FnF work, in whatever and yet I can't feel Him. 
