How are you?
Sep. 17th, 2014 07:55 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
trickykittyThis falls under "Ancient rituals that kind of suck" in my book.
Probably because I might not really want to "share my social space" with certain individuals.
I wonder if my lack of response on occasions is in fact me politely attempting to tell the other person to fuck off. Strangely, though, it tends to have the opposite effect. Instead, the other person feels the need to either appease me or otherwise find out "what's wrong" with me. The need for stable, pleasant interactions with other beings is a strong urge in most humans.
The tellers at the bank I have the displeasure of being required to set foot in about 3 days a week have this need to chit-chat and "make you feel at home." It's uncomfortable for them to carry out the business transactions without asking me how work is going, if I've been busy, am I keeping cool/warm/dry/whatever else weather related. Rarely one of them might actually ask me plumbing related questions, because I work at a plumbing company. I can at least respect those questions, because they're relevant and not just idle chit-chat intended to make the situation feel more comfortable. The fact is, I LOATHE that bank with a passion. The people are nice and doing their jobs, but if it were up to me I'd never go within their parking lot boarders, let alone into that god-awful eye sore of a building to do business with Big Brother Bank. So, when I'm asked, "How's your day going," while approaching the teller, I physically cringe inside.
And probably all because deep down in that lizard brain of mine I'm fighting the urge to scream.
Saying "bless you" when someone sneezes also sucks in my book. Not all cultures socialize their members into saying something upon one's sneezing, you know.
Probably because I might not really want to "share my social space" with certain individuals.
I wonder if my lack of response on occasions is in fact me politely attempting to tell the other person to fuck off. Strangely, though, it tends to have the opposite effect. Instead, the other person feels the need to either appease me or otherwise find out "what's wrong" with me. The need for stable, pleasant interactions with other beings is a strong urge in most humans.
The tellers at the bank I have the displeasure of being required to set foot in about 3 days a week have this need to chit-chat and "make you feel at home." It's uncomfortable for them to carry out the business transactions without asking me how work is going, if I've been busy, am I keeping cool/warm/dry/whatever else weather related. Rarely one of them might actually ask me plumbing related questions, because I work at a plumbing company. I can at least respect those questions, because they're relevant and not just idle chit-chat intended to make the situation feel more comfortable. The fact is, I LOATHE that bank with a passion. The people are nice and doing their jobs, but if it were up to me I'd never go within their parking lot boarders, let alone into that god-awful eye sore of a building to do business with Big Brother Bank. So, when I'm asked, "How's your day going," while approaching the teller, I physically cringe inside.
And probably all because deep down in that lizard brain of mine I'm fighting the urge to scream.
Saying "bless you" when someone sneezes also sucks in my book. Not all cultures socialize their members into saying something upon one's sneezing, you know.
