Showing posts with label social protocol. Show all posts
Showing posts with label social protocol. Show all posts

Friday, August 8, 2014

[Some Arbitrary Number of] Things You Shouldn't Say to People Who Hate Lists of Things You Shouldn't Say

 

If you're on the internet, chances are that you've seen at least one of those lists entitled “[Some number of] things not to say to [some group of people].” These lists can inform us of things we shouldn't say to a wide variety of individuals: pregnant women, people with/without kids, deaf people, sober people, and people with anxiety. I understand liking to make lists, but I'm starting to realize that while it may be beneficial to write down everything you need to get at the grocery store or that you are hoping to accomplish in the day, it's less helpful to write down lists of every possible way you can mess up at a thing or all the wrongs that you're trying to avoid. For cases like these, I'm starting to recognize the wisdom of having one or two guidelines that you may actually be able to adhere to. I'm going to help you out here. Instead of writing a long list of things you should not be saying to single people (“When are you going to get married?”), married people (“So, it's probably about time you had a[nother] kid, right?”), rude people (“Can I offer you some manners?”), and old people (“Do you plan on dying anytime soon?”), I'm going to simplify this: Don't be stupid; be courteous.

The beauty of having a guideline is that it is so widely applicable that I don't have to spell out every thing you could be saying to offend various groups of people. Goodness, it even applies when you may not even be speaking.

One of the many problems with creating lists of things NOT to do is that you could be eternally adding to your lists. To pretend that you can exhaustively iterate offenses is pretentious—and to be honest, obnoxious. I also find it ironic that through informing us how not to offend an “in” group, list-makers, whether intentionally or not, are quite offensive to the “out” groups—both by assuming that we are so unintelligent as to be incapable of our own thought and by mocking our opposing positions.

I realized that I usually only read through the lists for positions with which I agree or identify, and then I smirk and think about how stupid people are. Today, though, I read through a list which contradicted my own opinions. Because it was a good friend who had posted it, I spent the whole time thinking “I don't think I've ever said that to her, but is that REALLY how she feels?” I also found myself feeling many of the concepts were juvenile and unfunny—sad, really. But I'm sure if the person who compiled that list were to read through the opposite view's “What not to say to people who ________,” they would feel similarly. We're all different. And we're all in different points of our lives. Let's exercise a bit of restraint and show some compassion.

It wasn't necessary for Thumper's mother to qualify her advice “If you can't say somethin' nice, don't say nothin' at all.” One of my favorite quotes from Benjamin Franklin recommends that we “Remember not only to say the right thing in the right place, but far more difficult still, to leave unsaid the wrong thing at the tempting moment.” Before you speak to someone, whether your best friend or a stranger, consider how it will sound. Is it stupid? Then don't say it. Is it courteous? If not, just chill in silence, my friend.

Saturday, July 12, 2014

My Cup of Tea

So, I have a blog. . .

At this point, I'm not quite sure what to do. For some reason I find myself feeling that introductions are in order. Fortunately, you probably already know me. Unfortunately, this renders the expected pleasantries unnecessary. I find myself, like I happened to hear my younger brother (who just turned 12 today; happy birthday, Nate!) a few months ago, absentmindedly singing “Getting to know you, getting to know all about you!” and then, finding that I don't know what comes next, humming along until I get to “MY CUP OF TEA,” because that's the next part that I know.

Well, I'll tell you, some social niceties are not exactly my cup of tea. (Or maybe they are, because really, I don't drink tea much—just some herbal varieties that I've deemed tolerable.) I'm not necessarily anti-social, I just don't know how to handle certain circumstances. I know I will always be around others, and I've memorized patterns that usually resemble common courtesy. But as adept as I may be (or think myself to be), I still find myself in situations thinking “Maybe we should kill this conversation to put it out of its misery . . . oh, wait. It seems it died awhile ago.”

It's something I've come to accept. I was socially inept as a child, gawky as a pre-teen, and awkward as a teenager. I will probably live out my life just a little uncomfortable around people. There will always be situations that defy protocol. I'm okay with it. My concern is not for myself, but for those I deal with. Sorry, guys!

I recently had a baby and was reminded as everyone glowed over her, that one of my major hang-ups has always been compliments. Not giving them, but knowing what to do with them when others give them to me. I'm not the only one here, am I? I know I'm not, because I have a sister who used to respond to compliments by winding her hands through her blonde hair and saying “I know!” in a somewhat dazed but confident three-year-old voice. Not wanting to replicate her brazen “tooting her own horn” as my grandma called it, I squirmed with a pained look on my face every time anybody paid me anything that could be construed to be complimentary.

My parents have given me and my siblings numerous lessons on how to deal with compliments. When a stranger commented on our beautiful blue eyes—“You can say thank you!” accompanied by a soft nudge to the arm. When a ward member glowed over our talents following a musical number in church—“You can say thank you!” and a tap on the head. When my dance date observed in a pained voice that must have been drilled into him by his mom, that I looked nice—“You can say thank you!” with a smile and raised eyebrows.

Eventually, I got the idea from somewhere that I could say thank you when people complimented me. I have found this method to be entirely socially acceptable. However, though it works well for brief encounters with kind words, I'm still at a loss of what to do when compliments exceed, say, 3.5 seconds. You can only smile, nod, and say “Thanks!” for so long before it becomes clear that your short etiquette CD is skipping and you are doomed to repeat for the duration of the compliment.

So, if you are one of the many kind people that has complimented me or my baby recently, I repeat, thank you. And please excuse my idiosyncratic spasms.