feylin -> RE: My Head is Going to Explode! (4/1/2006 5:32:38 AM)
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Good morning: At first, this post reminded me of my stand off last year with an oil truck. His lane, my lane. He actually wanted both lanes. He won. But then I remembered some of the sweet moments that have happened in my life where people went out of their way to be polite or to stop and offer help to a complete stranger. <adjusts her rose-colored glasses.> My car has broken down on the highway, someone has always stopped. I have been a dollar short in the grocery line, someone behind me always came through. I yield, I help, I go slower than most because I am just not in that much of a rush. While I still lose my temper in traffic, its quick and gone. Although I did call a beer company once to complain about the way one of their driver's tailgated me in heavy traffic (all I could see was his grill in my rearview mirror). Despite several opportunities for him to use the other lane and go around me, he didn't and it was too much of a near-death experience to stand for such lack of care for another human's life. My mom was a single parent and had to work constantly in order to provide for four children. So our own survival skills (and the babysitting television) had to see us through. But 25+ years ago, television was very different (we still had to ask for permission to watch it) -- and so was the sense of community. Deeper than that, though, was what she taught us, so I do place most of the burden of today's "everyone out for themself" attitude on upbringing. When I was a teenager (about 14) a few friends and I hopped on a bus to go to the mall. As we traveled the bus became so full that there were no longer any seats left. At one point a very pregnant woman got on and walked down the aisle looking for a seat while the bus began to move again. I looked around for her too, quite sure one of the men would be standing up any second now to offer their seat -- that is what I was raised to believe happened. Nadda. Just a lot of people suddenly interested in advertisements near the ceiling. So I jumped up and offered her my seat which, I could see, she was about to politely decline and I laughed and said, "Please, you have to, my mom would be so ashamed of me." It is pleasant to be kind and even at this age I would not want my mom to be ashamed of me for my lack of simple, common courtesy. Along with being taught that I live in a community and not on my own personal island, I think there are several reasons for the decrease in manners. There are a lot more of us, we're feeling a little crowded and it works on our last nerve. A good deal of us are much more mobile as well (we no longer live in the same neighborhoods from birth to death) so our transient survival skills kick in and we are willing kick the butt of any other threatening hunter/gatherer. Since a lot of us know we will probably move again, there is less of an urge to get to know our neighbors and develop a sense of community with them. (This is a very broad generalization applicable only to a portion of the population, but I believe the majority.) Growing up, if I sneezed without covering my mouth there were at least three neighbors that would let my mom know within the hour she got home (sometimes before she was fully out of the car! lol). She did not tell them to go mind their own business and their own children. It did not begin some neighborhood war. She believed them, apologized for my heathen ways, and I was in trouble. I think the village, with some exceptions, has given up raising children. Too many opportunities to be sued and/or belittled for honest concern. Once upon a time, you didn't ask to be paid for shoveling your elderly neighbor's sidewalk and you could actually borrow a cup of sugar (or carton of eggs) from anyone on the block. Some neighborhood kid throwing a candy wrapper on the ground was a big deal to everyone and they had a right to admonish you and watch as you picked it back up. For the older generations, maybe they are just tired of the decrease in manners and mirror the treatment given to them. Or, maybe old people have always been grumpier, <grins> kids have always been terrors, and parents will never be fully appreciated. But then I go on break with a co-worker and she tells her excited tale about finding a good DVD player for her three-year old's bedroom (bedroom!) because the little girl only had a television and VCR until this past Christmas. The horror of it! A three-year old being deprived of this vital medium -- I assure you, I was aghast as well! I am hoping this delay has not stunted her mental growth. (I can remember being excited when I got my first coloring book that was just mine so that I would not have to be subjected to my little brother's artwork on every page. lol) Of course, that does not mean this little girl will grow up selfish or ill-mannered but going shopping with her along is quite an experience with screaming, kicking and general headache-inducing behavior. Once was enough for me. No way to control the other guy, and I do understand your frustration. I hope it will not cause you to lose your own kindness. Funny thing, though, the guy who cuts me off in traffic probably goes home and complains about my lack of driving skills...its all in perception. Best wishes, christine
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