I loathe the word nagging. I much prefer the term ‘getting your point across in a relatively passive-aggressive way’.
When I feel strongly about something, I can be a bit overwhelming in my pursuit and subsequent follow-up. While my intentions are completely honorable, my execution can be somewhat irritating. But at the heart of my bothersome behavior is my desire to see the benefit of my persistence far outweigh the burden of my pestering.
I really do want the best for people. And sometimes I feel like the droning sound of my voice, saying the same thing over and over again, will eventually have its desired effect. But I can hear myself. I can hear the warming of my vocal chords as they prepare to drown the recipient in their ambient sound waves. And although the compulsion is unrelenting, if I am lucky, sometimes I can catch myself before the melodic tone of my incessant chatter reaches maximum annoyance.
On the bad days, I do see my nagging as a challenge – a moment to rise above the urge to deliver unwarranted advice. But on the good days, I see my nagging as a strength – a moment to reflect on the genuine feeling of emotion behind the message I am trying to convey. Regardless of which day it really is, I am compelled to react because the apprehension I feel for a situation is directed at a person who is very close to my heart.
Although the word nagging is derived from a Scandinavian word meaning “to gnaw”, I like to think of my foray into personal harassment as more of a nibble. And if you find yourself on the opposite end of one of my lectures, please know it comes from a place of love and from nowhere else.
What a great posting. I hope you are enjoying your winter, the mild weather is fine, but I think I prefer rain over snow and it seems like it’s been a while since we’ve had a sunny day.
Am I nagging? No, I just have the winter blahs!
I would love to see the sun as well, Harlon. Hope you are well. xx