About Man's Manners
Couple days ago I was getting an Uber ride and the driver had his seat as far back as possible. He wasn’t a big person in need of ample space; so I’m sitting behind, thinking he’s going to pull up. Enough time goes by, me just sitting there, and now it’s a matter of principle. I do the rest of the ride just like that, because if I scoot over it’ll be awkward or whatever.
This sort of thing happens to me all the time.
It’s because I’m a ridiculous person, but I also really like it when people have manners.
Am I perfect? Not even remotely. On the other hand, I was raised to consider the other guy. Ask my friends. When we go out to eat and it’s getting rowdy I’m the guy to say easy. They, of course, ignore me and call me a wimp.
They’ve got a point. You can get too hung up on what other people think. It’ll drive you crazy to where you’re making an Uber ride the next great social ill of our times.
Take it easy, I say to myself. One day I’ll listen.
Until then. Manners maketh man. Cheers and see you after.