Now this will probably come across as a rant and I might regret posting this later; but, really, I don’t care. I’ve been noticing the most annoying trend on public transportation lately – people who insist on talking to you (at you, really) even if you’re reading a book or listening to music or knitting.
I mean, really, have these people never had any lessons in common courtesy? I always pull my headphones out or close my book for the first and second question/ remark and answer/ respond as politely as possible, “No, I’m not a student,” “Yes, I am knitting,” “Yes, this book is interesting.”
But when they ask another banal question after I’ve gone back to my music, knitting, or book, I tend to get a bit snippy.
Maybe it’s rude, but I’ve stopped caring. It’s taken me a while to get to this point (remember, I was raised in the South), but I don’t want to chit chat about my life with a total stranger. Seriously, guy (and they’re almost always men), I don’t want to talk to you about my sock or my job or whatever.
Is it really so much to expect people to respect boundaries?
I’m feeling a little better now (12 hours later), but still baffled by this phenomenon. What would possess someone to interrupt another person who is so clearly involved in another activity? It’s so rude. I would never, ever interrupt a person’s reading or… whatever.
Anyway. I’ll probably never know. And I’m never going to lose my cool enough to actually snap at someone “Can’t you see that I’m (blank)? Why do you continue to interrupt me?” My Mama would kill me if I did. That or Mrs. K, my South of the Delta English teacher from 6th grade who taught us etiquette as well as spelling, grammar, and punctuation. Man, I had the best posture after her class.
I’m also in a better mood because I found two new (a bit esoteric) albums at Everyday Music downtown that I’m really excited about:
Now that they’ve been put on my iPod, I think I’m going to go and listen to them – I listened to a couple tracks from both at the store, but would like to hear the rest. And, heaven knows, I might not get to listen to my iPod on the bus tomorrow (oy).