Sunday, January 22, 2006
WASPS
So, there's this girl that goes to brown. I had lunch with said girl a couple weeks back and debated with her about being nice to people. The example we threw back and forth was holding open doors for people.
Her case: She politely holds open the door for everyone nearby in hopes that she is making an impression and they will do something nice for someone else.
My case: If it's a stranger, I would politely hold open the door simply because I do not care for them, and would hope that I never see them again (unless it's a hot stranger). If it's one of my friends, I would wait by the door, holding it open, and then as soon as they were about to pass through, close it on their face.
Ironically, I believe I am the one that's actually being kinder. In a world where everyone holds open doors for one another, good samaritan acts dull and lose their meaning. The point of being a good samaritan is picking your battles, the phrase originated because samaritan's were thought to be rude and crass. If one was to come across a good samaritan, it was most certainly something to be appreciated. If I were mean to strangers, they would think I was a bad person and would not appreciate the deeper meaning of my actions. However, I can afford to be rude to my friends, because they will forgive the unkindness, simply because they are my friends, and the day I hold the door open for them instead of slamming it in their face will be held sweet indeed. Does this not make sense? Maybe it's just me.
Her case: She politely holds open the door for everyone nearby in hopes that she is making an impression and they will do something nice for someone else.
My case: If it's a stranger, I would politely hold open the door simply because I do not care for them, and would hope that I never see them again (unless it's a hot stranger). If it's one of my friends, I would wait by the door, holding it open, and then as soon as they were about to pass through, close it on their face.
Ironically, I believe I am the one that's actually being kinder. In a world where everyone holds open doors for one another, good samaritan acts dull and lose their meaning. The point of being a good samaritan is picking your battles, the phrase originated because samaritan's were thought to be rude and crass. If one was to come across a good samaritan, it was most certainly something to be appreciated. If I were mean to strangers, they would think I was a bad person and would not appreciate the deeper meaning of my actions. However, I can afford to be rude to my friends, because they will forgive the unkindness, simply because they are my friends, and the day I hold the door open for them instead of slamming it in their face will be held sweet indeed. Does this not make sense? Maybe it's just me.
