It seems as if humanity refuses me integration into this world. I thought my rantings on exceptionally rude people were over, but that appears to be untrue.
Yesterday my mom and I were out shopping for things for my dad, and our first stop was our post's exchange. For you non-military folk out there, an exchange is basically our puny version for the civilian Wal*Mart. Anyway, as my mom and I were scanning through shelves of mounted portable DVD players, some woman thinks it's okay to walk up perfectly to my right side, her arms brushed up against mine, proceeds to reach her left hand carelessly to a tag on the shelf which is directly in front of me while my face is behind her elbow. At this point I'm thinking she's about to get tackled any minute now, but I forfeit these thoughts as I probably would have caused my mom distress. She continues to stand at this uncomfortable distance beside me, and I sure as hell do as well. My mom is to my left and obviously notices this, she slightly tugs my cardigan motioning me to move out of the way, to which I responded very loudly, "What? I'm looking too." The damn woman continues to stand there like a negligent jezebel and my mom advances her motions to rid me of this situation as she grabs my arm to whisk me away. In my first steps to start walking, I turned around to the lady and intended for my mom, "You know, SHE could say excuse me." Ugh people these days.
And because I am obviously a target for being incessantly accosted, an interaction at my doorstep didn't go so well. I answered the door to an aggressive knock followed seconds after by four doorbell rings. There stood an old man with a very stern look on his face and a clipboard in his hand. From my recollections, here's how the conversation went:
Me: "Hello, sir."
Homeboy: "Hi are your parents home?"
Me: "My mom is."
Homeboy: "Okay can you get her?"
I adjust to close the door and then stop. He looks up as if I was lacking in chromosomes.
Me: "Sorry, what's your name?"
Homeboy: "Joe."
Me: "From where?"
Homeboy: Sarcastically, "Not from anywhere."
So at his last words I swing the door shut in his face, stomp to the foot of the stairs, and yell out to my mom that there is a rude man named Joe downstairs who would like to speak to her. Okay, I know it sounds like I'm being melodramatic in all of this, but I guess all I can say is the picture is more vivid and legitimate in person. I'm not being unreasonably frivolous. I'm not acting like there is someone out to get me. And I will not succumb to any deficit of kindness. This generation of humanity perpetuates a devalue in character by the lack of congeniality between people within social interactions. I mean, why is it so wrong for complete strangers to be genuine and cordial? Tell me because I am otherwise convinced that my future is doomed.
In other news, I found this at The Selby, and he/she is currently melting my heart.
Yesterday my mom and I were out shopping for things for my dad, and our first stop was our post's exchange. For you non-military folk out there, an exchange is basically our puny version for the civilian Wal*Mart. Anyway, as my mom and I were scanning through shelves of mounted portable DVD players, some woman thinks it's okay to walk up perfectly to my right side, her arms brushed up against mine, proceeds to reach her left hand carelessly to a tag on the shelf which is directly in front of me while my face is behind her elbow. At this point I'm thinking she's about to get tackled any minute now, but I forfeit these thoughts as I probably would have caused my mom distress. She continues to stand at this uncomfortable distance beside me, and I sure as hell do as well. My mom is to my left and obviously notices this, she slightly tugs my cardigan motioning me to move out of the way, to which I responded very loudly, "What? I'm looking too." The damn woman continues to stand there like a negligent jezebel and my mom advances her motions to rid me of this situation as she grabs my arm to whisk me away. In my first steps to start walking, I turned around to the lady and intended for my mom, "You know, SHE could say excuse me." Ugh people these days.
And because I am obviously a target for being incessantly accosted, an interaction at my doorstep didn't go so well. I answered the door to an aggressive knock followed seconds after by four doorbell rings. There stood an old man with a very stern look on his face and a clipboard in his hand. From my recollections, here's how the conversation went:
Me: "Hello, sir."
Homeboy: "Hi are your parents home?"
Me: "My mom is."
Homeboy: "Okay can you get her?"
I adjust to close the door and then stop. He looks up as if I was lacking in chromosomes.
Me: "Sorry, what's your name?"
Homeboy: "Joe."
Me: "From where?"
Homeboy: Sarcastically, "Not from anywhere."
So at his last words I swing the door shut in his face, stomp to the foot of the stairs, and yell out to my mom that there is a rude man named Joe downstairs who would like to speak to her. Okay, I know it sounds like I'm being melodramatic in all of this, but I guess all I can say is the picture is more vivid and legitimate in person. I'm not being unreasonably frivolous. I'm not acting like there is someone out to get me. And I will not succumb to any deficit of kindness. This generation of humanity perpetuates a devalue in character by the lack of congeniality between people within social interactions. I mean, why is it so wrong for complete strangers to be genuine and cordial? Tell me because I am otherwise convinced that my future is doomed.
In other news, I found this at The Selby, and he/she is currently melting my heart.
