There’s a band practicing in my basement, playing a nice blend of bluesy rock. I hear it through my floor, nicely vibrating my feet. And nearby, competing with that fine music, someone — not me — is passive-agressively blasting hard rock on their stereo. It is kind of good to see passive-aggressive behavior in another person, because sometimes I engage in that myself, and I rarely have the opportunity to see what it looks like from the outside. It looks like being a dick. Actually it just becomes obvious that it is compensating for feeling hurt; throwing things (soundwaves in this case) outward when one feels squished inwards.