Friday, October 2, 2009
The Grinding Of My Gears: Whinging.
I was reading Brian Edwards Media earlier this morn' and read one of those throw away "what really grinds my gears" style blogs where someone just has a good ole fashioned whine without any kind of thought of what they might actually be writing. In Judy's case it's one of those age old whines about the fabric of society and how asking how someones day is going is just too annoying.
But, hooray for me, now I can have a whine about people having a whine: you see it's a cycle, one person whines, four people join in, and then another whines about those whining and we have a great cyclical beating of brows where eventually we realise the time we've spent whining actually outweighs the real impact it has on our lives, and then we move on - and do it again next time we're amongst friends with a beer or a wine.
But now to the important activity of the grinding of my gears. It always annoys me when people complain about other people, especially for marginal infractions like, trying to be polite and making the social interaction between absolute strangers slightly more palatable, or just plain performing the role they're paid to do. It's what society is built on for crying out loud. It's a social contract that we all adhere to willingly because there really is no alternative.
Oh, yes, we could all walk around not saying a word to each other, getting mad every time we're asked any kind of question at all, "would you like a separate bag for your meat, or can I stick it all in the one bag?"
"How dare you intrude my personal bubble and force me to be a part of society... Separate bags... Oh, and by the way, you're the reason why my day has turned to shit." Yes, let's get annoyed at a waitress asking how your day's going because that's such a hard question to answer, yes let's get annoyed at someone asking if you have any plans for the weekend because, yes, it's such an intrusion into your private life, when in fact you're going to post the pictures on facebook for all to see anyway. Yes, let's get annoyed at someone trying to earn a living to put food on their table for their kids, or just for themself to enjoy a brief flurry of joy in their life. Yes, let's pretend we're five and that the whole world revolves around us and what we want, or how about we act like adults, realise everybody has lives of their own and try and be courteous enough to let them live it without being total dicks; however as a wise old queer once told Uncle Bill, 'some people are just assholes darling.'
Everyone likes to think they're special, worthy of special treatment, above the law, the beautiful unique snowflake amongst the millions of dull carbon copies of each other but we all know deep down inside that we're in fact not, oh no, we're all part of the same infectious human waste that moves around this earth. So, how about people just grow up a little and enjoy life by actually taking part in it, or if that's too much to ask, find yourself a cave and babble about the annoyances of modern life from inside it where others don't have to listen to your drivel.