I wish people could just be nice. I know, I’m often times the farthest thing from what qualifies as “nice,” but I’m not rude. Lately, I’ve just been coming into contact with people who give off the impression that the world owes them something. I don’t know who died and made you Mr. Self-Righteous and Mrs. All-Knowing, but your snootiness and inability to offer a smile, a “thank you” or an “excuse me” really makes me hate you.
I don’t know why this is bothering me so much – it’s not like mankind suddenly went from a loving and sincere bunch to a mean and narcissistic population. We’ve always been this way. Maybe I’ve just been one of them, and suddenly I’m growing up. I’m not perfect – not even close. But once again, I’m not rude to people. I’d like the psychological explanation for how someone can justify giving perfect strangers an attitude, mean glance or the cold shoulder when you, in reality, have never even met said individual.
For future reference, the following should be a given:
In the parking lot, if a car stops so you can walk in front of them, please acknowledge the act of kindness. No one’s asking that you notify the Pope or the LJC of our act of kindness. A wave, smile or simply mouthing “thanks” will suffice. And to the people in cars who won’t stop for elderly people pushing carts, mothers pushing strollers or just Average Joe – stop being a prick. Karma.
Say excuse me. Do not abruptly bump into me on the sidewalk, at the mall, at the grocery store or in the bar without offering a sincere “Oh, I’m sorry!” or “excuse me [add optional side note about how packed this place is here]” …be aware that people other than yourself (and that hot boy, cashier with no line or last size small) exist.
If the parking lot is packed, and someone is waiting on you to pull out of your spot, don’t stand there and passionately makeout with your significant other and very publicly laugh at the face that we’re sitting there waiting for you. In addition to the fact that you’re being rude, seeing you makeout is just disgusting.
Get a life. The people who spend excessive amounts of time and go to great lengths just to point out flaws or make fun of others really irk me. I realize that you’re insecure and you need to somehow build yourself up, but let’s be real here. In the end, you look like the bad guy. And I’m a firm believer that any talk – good or bad – is publicity. I’m very honored that you think about me so much that you feel the need to talk about me constantly – even if it’s bad.
If you’re in the service industry, you must be polite and cheerful. I don’t care if the bitches at table 6 just sent back their filet for the third time – that in no way, shape or form affects my dining experience and I didn’t come to this restaurant to be spoken rudely to just because blondie pissed you off. You signed up for the job, and you know exactly what’s required of you. Last time I checked, me eating at your table pays your electric bill. And diners – don’t, and I repeat DO NOT, fuck with the people who handle your food. It’s just common sense. The best thing patrons can do is befriend a sales rep, waitress, or customer service assistant at the place of business from which they seek service. Once again, you won’t get far when you think the world owes you something.
I guess what I’m trying to say is that life moves much more smoothly and with much more happiness if everyone could just be nice and polite. The next sincere “thank you” you give out to a stranger could revive that person’s faith in humanity and brighten their day. The next old lady you stop to let cross the street might just be the one who has always thought the younger generations were rude and not respectful of the elderly – until you stopped for her.
And let’s not forget about karma. It’s real, incase you didn’t know.