You Let Me Drink Dead Blood!?
Hatred, bad manners and Lexmark printers.
Tuesday, 2004-08-03 | Classic Gin, NPC Encounters, Social Studies
There's nothing like a good bust in the chops.
I've been thinking a lot about manners lately. It began on Sunday--either Matt or Pete asked what one thing, of all the many things that are capable of inspiring blind hatred, is an absolute deal-breaker? What single thing do you hold against all people? What one foible/flaw can not be forgiven?
I said manners. I said it, and I'm pretty sure I meant it.
I don't think I'm a person given to judgementalism (if that's even a word). Actually, on second thought, I am quite judgemental, but I seldom act on my harsh judgements. And, if I do act on my intuitions/judgements, I keep it to my fucking self (i.e. if I'm going to talk shit, it stays in my head or among my close friends).
Which brings me back to my point on manners. I try not to be too sharply critical of the behavior of others. I try to let things slide when they don't affect me (or my interests) directly. I try pretty hard, I think.
I was trying real fucking hard tonite.
There's nothing like encountering the sublime--especially when it takes the form of a slovenly cheapskate with a Lexmark printer and a really bad fucking attitude.
Hilary Duff - Come Clean.mp3