Rude is not just a word

I'm pretty sure we were all taught to be polite ever since we were kids. Taught to say please and thank you, or at least know how to ask for something nicely. I don't know who to blame when I see those who are not used to good manners. Or are familiar with the word but cease to understand it. Should it be the parents whom we say are at fault? If they are still kids, yes I think so. But a grown-up? That's just sooooo wrong...

I have heard when some people have power, they automatically find others unworthy of their effort to be nice but had not seen it in real life until now. We are equal creatures of God. What makes some think that they are simply above others? Money? It doesn't buy you manners it seems. Position? In what? Your career? What about your position among your friends? I doubt they find you friendly anymore. Seriously, being a friend and being friendly come hand in hand. Why do you think they call it friendly in the first place?

Yes, I'm bitter. I've had enough with these people ordering and commanding you instead of asking you nicely to help them. What is so wrong with a little please and some of thank yous?

Surprised? Me too.

I sometimes can surprise myself on various situations. Example for today: I can withstand certain people's attitude really well for a really long time.

When I think about it, I am patient. Maybe not always, but now I guess I'm more of a 'layankan je' person. People can step you right on your 'ubun-ubun', right after they roll their eyes at you, before they put you down with their words and just when you think it's going to be over soon, they grab you by the neck and say "you've hurt me". Through all these 'ordeals' on these people, I'd still stop and think, "well, maybe they misunderstood the situation" or "they had a rough day today" or "I am stOOpider than them so of course I'm the one at blame here". Yet, they see it as something that is beckoning to them, a big, flashy sign that says - "Degrade me more!" with a smiley face at the end of the phrase.

I can be mean. I choose not to. I can be forgiving. But not all the time. I can be inexorable to these conditions. But with these people being intransigent to oppose change in one-self, I might not have a choice but cry.

I guess what you have in life does not compensate for what you lack in character. Because frankly my dear, I don't give a damn.