I just finished reading 25 Habits to Break By Age 25
http://hellogiggles.com/25-habits-to-break-by-age-25 by Laura Donovan (@lauradonovanua). Besides the rude and incredibly BORING comment (seriously lady, chill the fuck out- I kept reading because I thought someone was being ironically contrary and I kept waiting for the punch line. It didn't happen. They were just an asshole that wrote the longest note ever. BLAH!)
First of all, I clearly am still breaking rules 25, 22, 20, 19, 14, 13, 12, 11, 3, 4, and obviously 10, because I am revealing too much online, in all capacities, right now as you read.
But that is beside the point. Oftentimes, I ask someone "How is your day going?" or "Did you have a good weekend?" or "What did you do last night?" and a grunt that communicates the idea "eh-it-was-shitty-but-i-don't-want-to-get-into-it" and absolutely no polite response- including "but how was YOUR weekend? What did YOU do?" I know that is selfish to think about it in that way and not feel like I feel sorry for those people that respond that way, but that answer is unacceptable when it occurs time after time. Rude, with a capital R. I've taken to asking myself the proper etiquette question once the rude person walks away and answering it and laughing snarkily at my ridiculous-ness. I'm a little worried about myself in a crazy-talks-to-herself kind of way, but NBD. That's No Big Deal, for all you non-hipsters.
I would really like to say that common courtesy is very much appreciated, even with the internet age, and the cell phones, and everything. I think all the people that read this probably know such things, but take a moment to think about those ridiculously selfish rude people in your life. They are heinous a lot of the times. But they have a sad story behind them. Sometimes I wonder if that certain person I may or may not be talking about wasn't held as a baby or something. I would also like to give a shout-out to the McDonald's of *____* (the town I live in) that they are so kind that I go there because they are nicer than the other fast food places and get something gross even though I could be eating supposedly gluten free tacos from another place. Don't worry, I avoid the dollar menu cheeseburger that I used to eat so often when I worked at Old Navy. I go for fries and various sugar "coffee" drinks. And sometimes a real good McFlurry, like last night. MMMMMMM.
