Gratitude List: Manners Never Hurt Nobody.


I usually hate Mondays, not for any particular reason apart from the fact that it's the day that drags me firmly out of weekend mode.  Lately I've been doing everything in my power to stay up-beat on this day, especially seeing as it sets the tone for the rest of my week.

I made up my mind this weekend that I really need to start work on my Gratitude Lists, because I had let them slide a bit.  (That said, I'm going to try and write one every day this week.  Pray for me.)

An incident this morning made me realise that I really should be grateful that my parents taught me manners.  Someone was very rude to me, and I had half a mind to put them in their place but then I thought- no.  Not today.  I am not the one.

You might be wondering why I didn't stand up and tell them off, explain that their foolishness has no place in an office and that they should go take a long walk off a short pier.  Or perhaps dig into my vault of rather colourful language.  Or dispense The Side Eye of Death and be done with it.  There are several reasons, explained below in my Gratitude List: Manners Never Hurt Nobody.


  • No one has ever looked bad by having good manners.  You end up looking far superior to the rude troll showing themselves up.
  • It is less stressful to NOT cuss someone out than to just ignore them.  Even if they do deserve it.
  • You know that awesome feeling of euphoria when you rise above someone else's uncouth behaviour? Isn't that so much better than feeling slightly sick because you've just behaved as badly as they have?
  • I'm not above being petty.  Instead of putting them on blast, you could always just write a blog post, vent from there, and then hope that  maybe they'll read it and know you were talking about them.
  • Headphones were invented to block out people with either droning or high-pitched voices. Why rant and rave at someone when you could just zone out to some music and feel zen?
  • Good manners cost absolutely nothing.  Bad ones, however, could cost you a business deal, a friendship, or even your job.
  • It's just not worth it.  Ever.
Neither are the ulcers and acid reflux you might suffer because they've pissed you off so much.  Find your outlet.  Whether it's music, ice cream, looking at pictures of baby hedgehogs or Google Imaging Idris Elba.  Find your happy place and don't let someone else's rudeness get the better of you.

Comments

  1. fiz8 February 2016 at 12:48

    remind me never to be rude to you...
    hahahahaha

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    1. Kanyindo8 February 2016 at 14:19

      Lol this is me reminding you never to be rude to me ;-)

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  2. Unknown8 February 2016 at 13:45

    i don't know......some people need to get cussed the %$#@ out or else they'll keep being rude

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    1. Kanyindo8 February 2016 at 14:18

      Lol Tim I am inclined to agree with you. But sometimes they just aren't worth it, trust me.

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  3. Unknown8 February 2016 at 14:20

    Exactly the same thing I said to a friend of mine yesterday. Find your zen, be the better human being and walk away with your head held high, your heels shining, ambitions and manners sparkling and dignity intact!

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