My Shouth: To those herewith known as “them”
It’s my birthday this week, and the older I get, the more I realize just how many different types of people we come across as we age.
We have our family and our friends. These are the people we work on building relationships with, strengthening them everyday. Sometimes we have happy times with them and sometimes the times are sad. Sometimes laughs are had, and sometimes there can be shouting or even tears. Regardless, they are our family or our friends, and we do the best we can because we love them.
We also, though, have people in our lives through our work or our school.?Again, we build or establish relationships with them, the only difference being that these can tend to at times be on a surface level.?We don’t have to like these people and they don’t have to like us, but we do have to work together, so some semblance of togetherness and being cordial is expected.
Then comes the category I like the call “them.”?We all know “them.” The people we have to come across every so often who mean nothing to us. We may know “them” through other people, or we may not know “them” at all, but our paths are forced to cross on occasion.
Those known as “them” are perhaps the hardest of all.
These are the people that we will never completely understand, and they often infuriate us.?There’s the girl at the checkout register who acts as though doing her job is an afterethought for the real reason she’s at work. She acts as though we’re bothering her by expecting her to do her job. There’s the guy honking his horn at us because we are refusing to go over the speed limit. There’s the parents we see when we are out shopping, who when really viewed never should have had children at all. There’s the young guy we are forced to encounter as we stand in the line at the bank who could learn a thing or two about manners. There the young girl we overhear at a restaurant who should really reconsider the language she chooses to use in mixed company. The list is endless. Those now known as “them” are everywhere.
We don’t ask to concern ourselves with “them,” but we can’t help it. They’re everywhere. Those known as “them” can ruin our days, upset our emotions, anger us to the point of no return, and yet those known as “them” could care less.
I wish people would or could think a little more about how their actions and behaviors effect those they meet. I wish those known as “them” would just for one brief moment realize that everything has a trickle down effect, and the behavior of “them” can and sometimes does transfer into our own lives.
I don’t really like “them.”?I don’t like that they have no thought for the people also inhabiting their space. I don’t like how I allow myself to be upset by “them.”?I don’t like that often times, those known as “them” think that they are better than me, or that they deserve more from life than I do, or that to “them” the rules somehow don’t apply.
We all know “them.” For the most part, they are anonymous, yet more and more, those known as “them” seem to be encroaching into our workplaces, our friendships, and yes, even our families.
Manners and decorum are so easy to get right if we simply allow ourselves to.?Thinking of others, and how our words or our actions might have some type of effect of other people really shouldn’t be so hard.
Those known as “them” come in all shapes and sizes.?They come in all races, creeds, religions, and sexes. There is no discerning factor or trait that leaves any one group of people out of becoming “them.”
I do think, though, that if we work hard to combat the minor acts of rudeness that are running rife in our societies today, then before we know it, we can get back to a time where we were more of an “us,” and less of a “them.”
So I guess what I’m saying is that this year for my birthday, I want the gift of tuning out all of “them.” If I can do that, it may be the best birthday yet!
Charlotte Guedry is the Editor of the Gonzales Weekly Citizen.?You can reach her by emailing email@example.com