Chapter 1: Put down your fucking cellphone.
So the other day, after hearing me say two or three times that I hate certain groups of people, my father suggested to me that I blog when I've had an irritating day. At first, I thought, "screw you, don't treat me like one of your sponsors," but he's probably right. It's like keeping a journal, a good way to vent and organize thoughts. Shit, the site is called liveJOURNAL, right?
So I think that I'm going to try to at least post every now and then about specific events that I viewed negatively, or events and traits that I've seen again and again. I'm tired of spending so much time pissed off, and while that has a lot to do with my present job (interview for a new one tomorrow, yay!), it also has a lot to do with me.
Fair warning, I have a nasty mouth (it'll be expressing itself through my fingertips).
So here's Chapter 1: Put down your fucking cellphone.
We live in a technological society. I understand that. Shit, I'm hardly ever away from my cellphone for more than 30 minutes. I don't talk on it much because I'm quiet by nature, but I text on it all day long. I've already gone through 291 messages in the first 2 days of this month. And that may be a little sad, but I'm fine with that. I'm fine with other people being that way. I'm fine with some people going through as many minutes talking on their phones as I do messages. Do your thing, be social, whatever.
Here's the difference: when you're out in public, you need to recall that there are other humans on this planet besides the one with whom you are carrying on a conversation.
If you're ignoring anyone with whom you must interact out in public--mostly slaves of the service industry--you make them feel...insignificant. Insulted. Irritated.
In my experience, I've had people answer their phone while I'm taking their order, have a good 4 or 5 minute conversation, hang up, and then tell me that there was nothing else they wanted to add to their order. I've been told, "I don't want any fucking ketchup, THANK YOU," because I tried to ask a company-ordered inquiry of a man on his phone. I've had people not say one single word to me. Thrust their money out their window, take the change, grab their food, and nearly run me over on their rush to get out of the parking lot (still chatting away the whole time).
As another random citizen, I've seen that people do this all over the place (surprise, surprise, right??). Most of these people are holding up lines at grocery stores because they have a phone in one hand and they're fumbling around for their credit card with the other. They're also standing in the middle of the aisle with their full grocery cart, chit-chatting about how they've heard that the amount of carbs in this brand is off the charts, but Rhonda said that's not true. Excuse me! Tryin' to get through here. Do your research ahead of time, or move to the side of the aisle, hang up, and use that handy-dandy cellular device to Google it. K? K.
I respect the people who will tell the person on the other end to hold on for a moment, and finish their IRL interaction before continuing their conversation. I wish more people did that. I wish more people would stop being so selfish and self-absorbed, and put down their fucking cellphones.
So I think that I'm going to try to at least post every now and then about specific events that I viewed negatively, or events and traits that I've seen again and again. I'm tired of spending so much time pissed off, and while that has a lot to do with my present job (interview for a new one tomorrow, yay!), it also has a lot to do with me.
Fair warning, I have a nasty mouth (it'll be expressing itself through my fingertips).
So here's Chapter 1: Put down your fucking cellphone.
We live in a technological society. I understand that. Shit, I'm hardly ever away from my cellphone for more than 30 minutes. I don't talk on it much because I'm quiet by nature, but I text on it all day long. I've already gone through 291 messages in the first 2 days of this month. And that may be a little sad, but I'm fine with that. I'm fine with other people being that way. I'm fine with some people going through as many minutes talking on their phones as I do messages. Do your thing, be social, whatever.
Here's the difference: when you're out in public, you need to recall that there are other humans on this planet besides the one with whom you are carrying on a conversation.
If you're ignoring anyone with whom you must interact out in public--mostly slaves of the service industry--you make them feel...insignificant. Insulted. Irritated.
In my experience, I've had people answer their phone while I'm taking their order, have a good 4 or 5 minute conversation, hang up, and then tell me that there was nothing else they wanted to add to their order. I've been told, "I don't want any fucking ketchup, THANK YOU," because I tried to ask a company-ordered inquiry of a man on his phone. I've had people not say one single word to me. Thrust their money out their window, take the change, grab their food, and nearly run me over on their rush to get out of the parking lot (still chatting away the whole time).
As another random citizen, I've seen that people do this all over the place (surprise, surprise, right??). Most of these people are holding up lines at grocery stores because they have a phone in one hand and they're fumbling around for their credit card with the other. They're also standing in the middle of the aisle with their full grocery cart, chit-chatting about how they've heard that the amount of carbs in this brand is off the charts, but Rhonda said that's not true. Excuse me! Tryin' to get through here. Do your research ahead of time, or move to the side of the aisle, hang up, and use that handy-dandy cellular device to Google it. K? K.
I respect the people who will tell the person on the other end to hold on for a moment, and finish their IRL interaction before continuing their conversation. I wish more people did that. I wish more people would stop being so selfish and self-absorbed, and put down their fucking cellphones.