Rude. Rudeness. A tricky word(s) to define. Wikipedia defines it primarily as such:
“Rudeness (also called impudence or effrontery) is a display of disrespect by not complying with the social “laws” or etiquette of a group or culture. These laws have been established as the essential boundaries of normally accepted behavior. To be unable or unwilling to align one’s behavior with these laws known to the general population of what is socially acceptable is to be rude.”
Disrespect. I had a boss who told me constantly that I was disrespectful to him if I didn’t agree with every word he said, especially in the realm of his over-the-top politics. I felt that he was rude for even interjecting his maniac opinions into the workplace.
Inconsiderate. Insensitive. Impolite. Bad manners. Inappropriate behavior or dress code.
Sometimes I feel like I am surrounded by rudeness. And so many times I am offended by it, and want to say something rude about the whole situation.
If a child back talks to me or another adult, I want to say something to them or the parent to let them know it is offensive, and downright rude. But that just gets me into trouble. I watch and see how these kids manipulate everyone in their path, and their parents just ignore the behavior, thereby reinforcing it. But it would be rude for me to say something about their rudeness. I am not their parent, therefore I have no right to say anything.
If I’m with a group of people, and somebody says something rude, or does something rude, I feel as though I have to bite my tongue, because to call them out for it would be rude. Again, it would be rude for me to say something about their rudeness.
If somebody cuts me off in traffic, it is rude for me to give them a rude gesture, because they would just give me a ruder one back. One big giant circle. Just perpetuating the rudeness.
If you spend a large amount of time getting ready to go to a fancy function, and someone else doesn’t, and looks inappropriate for the occasion, I think that is rude. But just say something and people get all offended.
And sometimes people say I am rude, for pointing out the truth. Most people can’t handle the truth, seriously. They think I am rude for even making the statement. They just wanna continue to live in their own little paper doll world. Just pretend nothing bad ever happens.
My sister says my mouth gets me into trouble all the time. And it does, I will admit it. I speak my mind, and sometimes it sounds rude. And sometimes I mean it to sound differently but it comes out wrong, which is rude in itself. I think I was shut up for so long in my younger days that now the damn has burst and I can’t stop it, lol. Again, one big giant circle.
I just think that social manners have gone by the wayside. When I was growing up, in the Catholic school system, we were
tortured taught manners and politeness by the nuns, who were still allowed to beat teach us how to behave even if our parents didn’t. And at home if we talked back, we got a swift slap across the face to knock some sense back into us. Now, I’m certainly not advocating this, but I think the pendulum has swung back too far the other way when it comes to raising your children. Even as a parent you are not allowed to touch them. There should be a happy medium. You shouldn’t have to beat a child to get them to behave, but they should have a tiny bit of fear of consequences and whole lot of respect inside them for other people.
I would love to hear YOUR opinions on this, especially parents!