I wouldn’t even bother to say society needs a good dose of Miss Manners, Emily Post and a decent wrap on the knuckles with a ruler. (except, I just did) Honestly, I think the concept of being nice or even remotely polite has gone along the way of the chicken trying to cross the damn road.
Forget the road, that chicken is trying to survive to see another day of cracked corn and hope that little old couple comes down to feed them if they’re lucky…so it doesn’t have to cross the road!
Society has given up on the concept of NICE. It’s better off walking in the ditch. Not worth the effort. Why even bother?
It’s short attention spans, loud volumes, fast paced environments, in the NOW technology, constantly walking up my ass at the grocery store and honking your damn (insert whatever model car here) horn before the light even turns green because I may be color blind and not realize the change in brightness indicates I should remove my foot from the brake…..these are some of the things that has led us down this path of….. fuck off behavior.
Laura Ingalls would be appalled.
Jack Hannah would say animals behave better.
Charlie Brown would say even Lucy, when she removes the football, is a kinder person.
What the hell has happened to being nice? I don’t mean you have to be overly polite, like you’re trying to win the Nobel Peace Prize or hoping to be crowned Miss America and need to over compensate for your lack of not knowing the answer to your random question on politics, world peace or child labor. Nor am I suggesting you pretend you’re up for an Academy Award and have to buy your way to the winners circle….enjoying this person’s company and clinking glasses with that person say they “really like you.”
That’s not it at all.
But. Damn, people.
Get a clue.
Get some common sense at least.
Maybe that’s what it is. No common sense. Can you get a pill at Whole Foods or Trader Joe’s for Common Sense deficiency? If you made it a dummy pill – and labeled it would people automatically gain common sense just by thinking they were enhancing their common sense?
At work recently they’ve adopted a campaign. A be kind to your co-worker campaign – it’s a nice place to work campaign. I don’t know, maybe employees are getting beat up in the parking lot after work for their lunch money. They want us to be friendly. You know…..hold the elevator for people…..don’t hide behind plants….say hello….because after all “smiles are contagious.”
Yeah well so’s herpes.
You can get herpes from a friendly environment.
Every time I see a stranger, they greet me. It’s like a secret email has gone out, “We don’t work among strangers. We work among F R I E N D S. If you see a stranger, don’t point and scream….just say hello!”
Are you shitting me?
I’m an Only Child. I prefer strangers, they don’t bother me. (Unless they want to kidnap you, then you have a problem.) Strangers are usually quiet, unless they are my old upstairs neighbor but you know that already and that’s not a stranger, that was a neighbor. Anyhow, most strangers are Q U I E T.
Now. At work. I can’t go to the bathroom without everyone I pass greeting me. It’s like I’m on a parade. You would think I’m running for a governmental office. I’m hoping the next installment to this campaign will be confetti cannons. Those of you who know me, know my love of confetti….and confetti cannons.
The first day it happened I was walking down the hallway and everyone I passed was “Hi-ing” and “Hello-ing” me. About the third person that greeted me….I started to wonder what the hell was going on. I mean it’s a big company, but have I EVER met any of these people? Who the hell are these people? Am I loosing my mind? We don’t even work in the same department….
Now when I leave my padded desk area is it required I be on campaign mode? Is this the goal? Should I automatically turn on the Queen’s wave (which, if you didn’t already know…it’s wrist, wrist, wrist….elbow, elbow, elbow) and royal co-worker charm?
What if I am NOT in THE MOOD? Can I help it if I have an “at rest bitch face” when in deep contemplative thought or just not wanting to be bothered? No amount of my Happy Camper pills are going to help and certainly you don’t want me eating pea soup if it’s one of those types of days.
Perhaps I need to fashion a board around my neck that says, “In a mobile time out.”
The other day a group of us were walking between the buildings, coming back from a meeting. We knew everyone in our group – safety in numbers. A single person was heading towards us. The single greeted us. Most of us kind of did a soft response back hello….”who the hell are these people.”
I asked the loudest in my little gang of responders…..”did you know that person?”
No…not really, I mean they kind of looked familiar but I don’t know them.
Okay, it’s not just me. Thank you.