“No, You’re The F*g!” Another Head Shaker In Human Existence
Location: The post office, mid-afternoon. When I entered the post office I could feel that the 110 degree temperature outside was affecting the temperature inside. It felt all of about five degrees cooler inside and the air was as stagnant as the line of unamused people waiting to be serviced by the two counter positions that were open appeared to be mini volcano waiting to blow. It took seconds to realize that although I was only about the fourth person in line, this was not going to be pretty. At one of the counter positions, the customer was waiting looking at his watch. The counterperson was not in evidence, leading me to believe that he was in the back looking for a package or something for the customer. At the other counter position a small man of Indian descent looked as if he was trying to explain something to the large woman who had a box atop the counter that was not sealed with items revealing themselves through the top of the open box. And so it would come to pass that fifteen minutes later the only thing that had moved in the line was the next person up who disgustedly left the post office and the rest of us who shuffled our weight from one hip to the other.
About this time a short chubby woman in postal uniform began to walk the line. “Are you mailing something? In or out of the country? Do you need help? It’s okay, you’re in the right line stay where you are.” While she addressed each person individually and I thought that it was a good idea to have some expedite the line, I know we were all secretly thinking the same thing, “If you have time to be out working the crowd, perhaps you should get your butt to one of the other counter positions and actually start REALLY helping those of us who have been on line this long.” Finally the large woman with the open box began to move from her position at the counter and before a sigh of relief could come from the line, in swooped a tall blond man who had not been the next in line in his late forties to the counter. Two from the front of the line, a very large man with dark hair and appeared to be in his forties as well bellowed, “I don’t know where the fuck you came from dude but you’re not next!” The swooping man looked back at the large man in disbelief that he had even questioned him and then responded with, “Ask that guy there who I am (gesturing to the other counter person who had finally returned from wherever he was) he told me to come over here.” Trying to save face the dark haired man mumbled something inaudible and then put his arm around a slight woman that was with him that gave the appearance of a cave man and his woman. When the tall blonde man left the counter he looked at the dark man and said, “Fuck you.” The dark man said something to him I couldn’t quite hear but then in response to what he said, as the tall blonde man passed me he looked back over his shoulder at the dark haired man and said, “No, YOU’RE the fag!” And I stood there, pissed off more than I could say.
Never mind for a second that everyone in the world thinks they’re too special to wait in a line. Never mind for a second that these men were in their forties behaving like children on a playground. Even take the fact that they called each other “fags” in this day and age and at their day and age on this planet. It made me wonder when we as a civilization would learn to be civil or if we ever will.
You can blame the way someone grew up or their socioeconomic circumstances but at the end of the day, none of it is really relevant to me. While I believe that by the time people become a certain age they should have acquired the skills to be out in public and interacting appropriately, the more I’m around people the less people I think are ready for human interaction and that I’m completely wrong. Maybe everyone needs to stay on their computers making their semi-anonymous comments to vent their frustrations and anger, even their misguided anger at themselves that they are not where they want to be or treated as they’d like to be treated. Could it be that in this age of technological wonderment like the iPhone with video calling and Facebook where you can find someone who wouldn’t speak to you in high school and be their cyber friend that we’ve forced ourselves to become cave dwellers who even though we’re all social networked out to the max, can’t hold a conversation with someone or behave in a line? I’ve oft said that when Twitter came about it seemed as though our short attention spans got even shorter because now instead of blogs or Facebook comments we were reduced to 140 characters to express ourselves and tell everyone what we were having on our hot dog at lunch instead of actually having lunch with and interacting with another human being.
Look, on the whole I’m a positive person but sometimes I just want to scream at people like the forty-something Neanderthals with their screams of “fag” at one another. I want to believe that I can have a meal with someone without one eye of theirs glued to their phone or texting someone. No more I say. No more will I tolerate bad behavior from myself or those around me. I will turn my phone off at dinner, I will interact with the people in front of me, I will give them the benefit of the doubt whenever possible and I will try to lead by example that although technology and everything else encourages us to be a cave dweller that we can actually spend times out of our caves interacting and creating a true civilization filled with civil interaction. In the meantime I’m thinking, “No, YOU’RE the fag!” is this really the best this guy could come up with? We must truly be getting weaker as a civilization even in our repartee, America better be careful because China or the Taliban may just get better at discourse than us and then where will we be? “No, You’re The F*g!” Another Head Shaker In Human Existence – Don’t Get Me Started!
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