I’ve had one of those weeks.
You know the kind; where you just as soon run someone over as look at them.
It seems at every turn I have encountered the foul mouthed, holier than thou, the rules don’t apply to me, individual. If there were pills for patience I would have overdosed.
Let me re-group and recap.
If you are the person that refused to put your 100 lb. dog on a leash in a public park and then yelled at me when I moved your dog because he was bothering my 11 lb. pooch while she was pooping, get a clue. You broke the law, not me. I wanted to ask you if you kiss your mother with that foul mouth of yours but you left too quickly.
If you are the person who drove behind me and circled around as I was patiently waiting for a parking spot only to zip into the vacated spot yourself and then flip me off and advise me that I’m too old and too slow, I’d like to share with you that Karma has a way of catching up with jerks like you. Of course to help you learn a lesson until it does, sometimes people will leave messages on your windshield with red lipstick. It’s all for your own good, cupcake.
And if you were the person who cut in front of a long line of people waiting to order food and then snickered not so quietly “you snooze you lose”, I’d like to have a sit down with your mother and tell her what a wonderful young man you didn’t turn out to be.
It seems that when you venture out these days you need to be prepared for verbal warfare, armor yourself for confrontations and be ready to look the other way unless you want to duke it out.
I’m a good driver, a conscientious pet owner, a polite citizen and a kind hearted person. Daily assaults of rudeness damper my otherwise sweet spirit and anger my gentle soul. I try to keep it together so that I don’t end up on the news at 11. I figure it’s a good goal to have.
I’m not sure where all the nice, polite, law abiding people went, but I miss them terribly. So does the world.
It’s worth noting that affronts I mentioned above were all young people. I would say it’s a generational issue, however, I have had the displeasure of dealing with plenty of rude mature (and I use the term loosely) people.
If I was there when a pompous-ass (mature) Trump supporter shouted at Jorge Ramos of Univision (video posted below) to get out of his country, I would have slapped the man and likely been taken to jail for assault. At this point, I’m not sure if I’m part of the problem or the solution.
As the world turns, it’s not getting any kinder. Where are manners, courtesy, kindness and caring? Why are people so short tempered and angry all the time?
I know that good can and does overcome malice, that kindness rules over rudeness and that we can get past the ill-mannered idiots if we keep a sound mind, a good heart and a hell of a sense of humor. Of course, chocolate and a smooth port wine wouldn’t hurt either.
I think when we encounter rudeness and injustice we need to step up and say something. Anything. Boorish behavior should be called out as unacceptable. A friend of mine told me that he doesn’t ever engage rude behavior because of the fear of retribution. There is something to be said for that. But if that is the rule of the game, then fear is dictating to society what is okay and what is not.
I don’t know the answer. I was hoping you did.
Just know this … whether you’re a man or a woman, a tube of bright lipstick can be one of life’s greatest accessories.
That’s all I’m saying on the subject. (grin)