Hippo-crisy of the Mind

Taking into account that I have never actually posted before, this may appear somewhat scattered. Granted, most of what I usually think appears scattered and can only be attributed to my small intellect shrinking with each passing day. If the brain is a muscle then mine surely requires a strenuous work-out and has done since I left university. *Disclaimer - university does not make you intelligent, if anything it painfully highlights your lack of intelligence*.

I guess the fact that I'm motivated enough to start a blog with the first posting centring around hypocrisy showcases the pent-up irritation I feel in general. The only usual outlet for which is family (and even they have their limits) and penning angry letters to the editor.

It's just that I find people, nay, Society to be regressing. I doubt anyone could spell manners these days let alone display them. It could be that at the ripe old age of 28 I am simply past the age of finding rebellion 'cool'. But it rankles that commonsense and political correctness are consuming societal minds to such an extent that basic courtesy has been relegated to the bottom of the communication ladder.

Take for instance, a recent event at a nearby supermarket. An elderly lady standing behind me wished to purchase a jar of coffee. Nothing else. From the change in her hand it was clear the transaction would be a swift cash-only transaction. Upon noticing her one item in comparison to my 30-plus, I waved her past me. She responded gratefully and all were happy. So it didn't warrant then, the 'robust' lady in front of me rudely retorting to her heavily tattooed husband "Hope she doesn't f***ing think she'll get ahead of me". Note to heavy-set woman: She didn't ask, and further - there was no visible hearing aid.

Indeed the 'vertically-challenged' madam might have been enduring the day from hell, but considering that nothing more was required save than to keep her flapping trap shut, a little manners may not have gone astray.

Having worked in customer service, I received a daily barrage of other people's crap. Factor in that I was working in the finance industry and you have a volatile mix: Money plus rudeness rarely gets you anywhere. Tired of being addressed as "YOU PEOPLE", I cheerfully quit my position. It is beyond my comprehension as to why anyone would honestly believe that by screaming at the very person who is attempting to help you, the desired outcome would be achieved. "I have money invested with YOU PEOPLE", "Why is this is the 4th time I have rung YOU PEOPLE", "What the hell is going on with YOU PEOPLE". If a gripe was genuine, an empathetic response would usually ensue. But if the problem occurred as a result of their own actions then it is hardly likely any compassion would be forthcoming.

Why is it so difficult for anyone to be polite these days? I sound like a tired old Nanna but the more contact I have with people, the less contact I desire. In an age where political correctness has gone through the roof, it seems the height of hypocrisy that manners would be non-existent. What the hell are people teaching their kids these days? Why do we afford so much leeway for the drug-addicted? We actually consider legalising heroin and sob tears and flowers for the very same people who murder, assualt and steal from others and yet we treat each other with such disdain that it is almost feasible to become addicted to drugs. At least we would receive greater courtesies and kindess. Not to mention support.

If for example you're an alcoholic and you may have dabbled in a little domestic violence here and perhaps a few petty crimes there and you call wanting assistance, the support is immediate. Not that it shouldn't be, but if you happen to be an honest decent, law-abiding citizen and you succumb to depression or anxiety then you can damn well wait. After all, there are people out there who have contributed less than you that need greater assistance.

It would appear that the ruder, nastier and more debauched you are, the greater kindness iis bestowed upon you. Makes you wonder whether it's worth just "saying NO to drugs" after all.