Being passive is a useful tactic and an obnoxious offense.
There is the finest line between where being passive is a useful tactic and an obnoxious offense. Often when I am consciously choosing to be passive there is an ulterior motive - sometimes it's mild, like keeping the peace at work, sometimes it's spicy.
Recently, Rachel determined a singular broken lightbulb was her passion project in the advent of post-graduation-free-time. This lightbulb was a pin in the house's environmental existence - is it on the side of deviance or the side of responsible action?
I am reprehensibly passive when it comes to my Eco-footprint: I have an excessive auto commute and I love hairspray. Rachel and Shenandoah ended up facilitating the proper removal of said bulb - and Takoma Park is ever so slightly less at risk of mercury exposure. I am grateful for them.
More interestingly, it encouraged Rachel and I to chat about our pinnacle pet peeves. Hers being passivity and mine being accountability - essentially the same. They both have the space to be blamey but are highly illuminating when reflected upon inwardly. Where are you being passive? How much are you accountable for?
These are not the traits we wish our distracted, immediate-gratification soaked minds to reflect upon. However, it's a pin in our emotional existence - do you take action, and how? The core of your levels of fulfillment and distress is the answer to that question. C'mon, fess up.