Saturday, July 27, 2013

Nice?

Why would anyone consider being nice boring? Is that why so many are rude, thoughtless, and inconsiderate? Because being nice isn't "in," or exciting enough for them. Makes me wonder when being a decent human being became such a drag? Personally, I hope it never goes completely out of style, because I don't like mean people. Even though no one really cares what I think, that is how I feel.

I do believe some thoughtlessness is brought about by rushing, doing too much, and not taking time to consider the consequences of our actions. I suppose many are just self-centered, think the world revolves around them, and simply don't have that extra minute to slow down long enough to do a simple kindness. How long does it take to open a door for someone, wait a few seconds for someone to pass, or any other number of simple acts of decency? Not that long, and slowing down a little wouldn't hurt many of us.

There is nothing so important that consideration for others shouldn't at least cross our minds. But you see it every day, those who are too hurried to hold a door, or say thank you, or you're welcome. Or even those who walk as slowly as possible behind you when you are backing up in a parking lot. Sometimes it makes you wonder why they value their own well-being so little. What if you failed to look behind you, and just reversed? Would it be such a small deal then? I think not, they or their kin, would probably sue for negligence.

But would it be your fault? I don't suppose that would matter. Without a doubt it wouldn't be theirs, even if their actions caused the mishap. Particularly if they were no longer around to explain their own carelessness. Or even those who tear into a space you were waiting for in a parking lot. Is it because they have good insurance, and consider themselves above harm? I guess I'll never know, or understand, the actions of many. That is why I live in the country, where I see less people, and only occasionally come into contact with the carelessness of the masses.


Monday, July 22, 2013

Will It..?

One thing that has always bothered me, is when people tell others everything will be okay. You hear it on medical programs, when someone is hurting, or injured, and when problems beset others. We never know that for sure, unless the situation is a given. But when it comes to illness, misfortune, or natural disaster, how does anyone know the outcome in advance? They don't, and therefore, should keep quiet. Even doctors, and officials, have no infallible way of knowing whether a situation will improve, or continue to worsen.

It is hurtful to get a person's hopes up, only to have them dashed later, because the outcome doesn't meet their expectations. I'd rather a doctor, or whomever tell me the unbridled truth, than to lie, in hopes of making themselves look better. Everyone is human, mistakes are inevitable, and without a doubt things can always get worse. Another thing that bugs me is when people say things couldn't get any worse. I say, watch it, things can always get worse.

I'm not a true believer in karma, but I'd think when you say that, you are testing fate. In my opinion, things can always get worse. It usually isn't what anyone wants. But I know from past experience, that something worse could always be lurking around the next corner. We have little control over most things. And Mother Nature, among other things, is a strong adversary. No one likes to make anyone feel worse. But to give them false hope, in my opinion, is even more hurtful than the truth. Even though, in worst case scenarios, options must be weighed.

In this day, and age, where it seems so many things are out to get us, eternal optimism won't help anyone. Things happen, we need to be realistic. And often they are beyond our control. In my little space in the country, we make it through day by day. In hopes that things will stay on an even keel, and not too many, costly events will upset that.


Tuesday, July 9, 2013

Inappropriate?

It never ceases to make me wonder why people have so much trouble committing to a relationship in this day and age. Have things changed so much? Apparently so. Back in the day, couples married, and considered their vows important, and their union worth working to keep. I sometimes wonder if the reason is because nothing is private, or sacred any more. Even the young feel they aren't "with it," if they don't have nearly everything on display. With the tight, minuscule clothing, and television shows, magazines, the Internet, and just about everything else that leaves little to the imagination, easy to obtain.

Used to be children were shielded from such. But now days they learn too much about such things from their peers. Those of tender age, dress older than their years. They wear make up more appropriate for older individuals. And they hang out with older, more mature kids, and learn all kinds of poor behaviour. It is sad when you go to town at any hour of the evening, and see youngsters walking the streets, pushing baby carriages, and smoking cigarettes. To say nothing of the shorts barely covering their "cheeks," and mid riff bearing tight, skimpy tops.

Our nearby town has made a name for itself, in teen age pregnancies, unwed mothers, and "babies having babies." But when you drive by the city park, it isn't really difficult to see why. There shouldn't be any reason why you can't raise a kid within the city limits, if you are so inclined, and not have them walking the streets at all hours of the day and night. I believe curfews are enforced, and police patrols frequent the town. But they cannot stop every kind of clandestine behaviour. It takes parents laying down the law, bringing up their children right, knowing where they are, and what they are doing.

Fortunately, my only child was raised in the country. She had country friends, went to a small town school, and attended country events. To the best of my knowledge she didn't feel she was missing much by not walking the streets while she was growing up. And she went clear through college without smoking, drinking to excess, getting into drugs, or having a child too young. As far as I'm concerned, that makes for at least one successful undertaking out in the country.