Manners... where oh where have they gone?
hmmm. So here I am sitting here and this really super person comes walking into the room coughing up a fucking hairball with her mouth wide open and one hand holding a blush brush and the other holding a compact. She definitely didn't drop something to cover her mouth with her hand nor did she even attempt to use her arm to at least make it LOOK like she was trying to be polite. AND THEN she was appalled that anybody said anything....
So then I got to thinking... Where have manners gone in general?
When asking customers how they are doing, they ignore the common courtesy of responding and get straight to the point of how they want light fucking maynonaise on their extra cheezy sandwich... or something else equally idiotic.
Or then there's the super great guys who look back as they're walking through the door and see you and smile and keep walking as the door slams right into your already flattened nose from the other super great guys of society that didn't think to hold the door but obviously saw you as they completely eye fucked you through and through.
And then there are the trashy girls who talk at that really high octave into their shiny phones behind you in your favorite chilled out coffee shop about how wasted they got and how embarassingly awkward that guy was once they got to bed. Great. Exactly what I wanted to hear as I'm about to enjoy my vanilla soy latte and latest issue of Vogue. Go you, trashy girl.
I could go on but I feel like I sound like my late manner obsessed grandmother. And how right she was.
p.s. I hate when people don't say thank you.
p.s. x2: Emily just told me about a seven year old who got raped 20 times in one week and now not only is her brain completely fucked for life due to the obvious trauma and emotional pain that goes along with something like that, she also now has aids. I hate the world.
So then I got to thinking... Where have manners gone in general?
When asking customers how they are doing, they ignore the common courtesy of responding and get straight to the point of how they want light fucking maynonaise on their extra cheezy sandwich... or something else equally idiotic.
Or then there's the super great guys who look back as they're walking through the door and see you and smile and keep walking as the door slams right into your already flattened nose from the other super great guys of society that didn't think to hold the door but obviously saw you as they completely eye fucked you through and through.
And then there are the trashy girls who talk at that really high octave into their shiny phones behind you in your favorite chilled out coffee shop about how wasted they got and how embarassingly awkward that guy was once they got to bed. Great. Exactly what I wanted to hear as I'm about to enjoy my vanilla soy latte and latest issue of Vogue. Go you, trashy girl.
I could go on but I feel like I sound like my late manner obsessed grandmother. And how right she was.
p.s. I hate when people don't say thank you.
p.s. x2: Emily just told me about a seven year old who got raped 20 times in one week and now not only is her brain completely fucked for life due to the obvious trauma and emotional pain that goes along with something like that, she also now has aids. I hate the world.