Yes, I bet the title caught your attention.... Well, as we all know (most of us anyway) it doesn't take any particular skills to be one...
For awhile ago, a book came out here in Sweden, the title if it were translated would be something like "The fine art of being kind." The author said, being kind is becoming more and more rare.. And it is... At least over here.
The other day, I was on my way out through a door, I saw an older couple coming towards me, so I stopped and held the door. The look they exchanged with eachother was suspicious. Would I mug them? Slap the door in their face? When they came closer, they didn't even dare to look at me, so I said, with a smile, "Are you on your way in?" I could hear them sigh of relief, they said "no, but thanks!"
I was thoughtful after they passed, when I was in my younger years, in my punk-years, mostly older people would come up and talk, saying they thought it looked "refreshing" and "fun". As you might guess, I did not aim to look refreshing or fun. It was a complete failure when I tried to look dangerous and wild... Now, climbing slowly but steady on the middle-age-stair, I was obviously looking more wild and dangerous then ever......
Then I thought again, and realized it had nothing to do with me. It's a symptom of the time we live in. We don't dare to trust strangers to be kind. We somehow expect others to be rude. We're getting to used to it.






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yeah selfishness has taken over in this fast paced culture we live in - but maybe we can all do our part and slow down at times (literally - like not speed past people on the freeway, open doors for people, and take time to slow down and smile at others)
LBC I agree with you when you say people should slow down. Life's too short to want to fly past it.
If there was a vote for the friendliest place I've been, it would be Leeds.
However I'm fond of recounting a story about Barmouth on the Welsh Coast. My son (then aged about 13) and I went into a jewellers as he wanted a Welsh Gold souvenir. As we walked in (in true cliche style), two women talking English switched to Welsh, and carried on talking whilst we examined and eventually bought a sygnet ring. Everyone knows that the Scottish derisory term for 'Englishman' is 'Sassenach' but not so many know the Welsh equivalent is 'Sesseneg' (not sure of the spelling). Well I do.
So of course, as we accepted our change and receipt, I could not help but thank the jeweller in Welsh and he was halfway through the 'You're Welcome', also in Welsh when the two women stopped talking about the 'Sessenegs' and looked horrified at each other.
I nodded to them as we left the shop and smiled. As we closed the door the jeweller looked at the women and burst out laughing. They were both as red as the sunset - and very quiet.
Oh yes, I look back on that event with great relish.
Sesseneg
Saesneg. The standard insult is Twll Dyn Pob Saes.
:)
but then again... I don't like people who are too sweet. I'm a gentleman... ladies take note. =D hehe...
in a big city, people tend to isolate themselves... meaning... all that chaos will suck you in, if you don't wall yourself into your own world (when you're on the street... or commuting).
so even if a person is being drunk... they're being careless... knowing you won't react.
I remember this one time (in... not-band camp)... this guy was having car trouble; in the parking lot of a food market... on my way out and back to the car... I helped him. out of all people... this person was a reverend and was surprised I was lending him a hand. what was most shocking, he was surprised I didn't want anything in return for the assistance.
that's the last time I'll help someone for just a thank you! =D okay that's a lie... maybe. *whistles... beheads some barbie dolls... and barnie... and teletubbies*
what? they are tubby! creepy little freaks! =D
its nice to know that you are like that - but then i kind of thought you were a sweetie!
:)
yeah... I forgot... all about that.. until I read this post.
Hey you know AdGuy always gets the last word! ;)