The other day I was waiting for a friend and I did something that I love to do. I watched people. As I’m habitually early everywhere I go I had quite a bit of time to sit. It was near a bus station so there was quite a wonderful cross-section of people. Some people were coming, and some people were going. Some people obviously had very important places to be and some had the world at their fingertips.
A group of young man approached me. They were close enough that I could hear their conversation. I was quite surprised. Perhaps I shouldn’t have been. One was extolling the virtues of a sports team, but I must question his schooling. His short conversation (that I overheard) was a full of vulgar expletives. I am not a prude but I do believe that level of vulgarity belongs in the locker room, not on the street where there are children.
These young men did not appear to be thugs, they seemed to be relatively well dressed (they were headed to a baseball game, so no suits in sight). They obviously had money to spend. So I can only surmise their need to speak such language falls to lack of respect. Quite frankly, lack of respect for themselves as well as those within earshot. What happened?
When I was a child respect was the word you lived by or your backside got a tanning. Everyone was Mr. or Mrs. or Miss. If you got caught swearing your tonsils got washed out. It’s not something you forget easily. We held doors open for others, now it’s done automatically by a machine! What are we teaching our children? We are teaching them that it’s someone else’s problem. We are teaching them that it doesn’t matter and by extension that they don’t matter. Everybody matters!!!! Our children need to know that. They need to know that the beautiful models they see in the glossy magazines are not real. They are airbrushed and primped and made up by other people. Reality isn’t real.
I just saw on TV that there is a movement for reality by some celebrities. They want to world to see them without makeup. I hope it takes off because that is what our children need to see. Everybody gets pimples and everybody has a bad hair day. Nobody’s perfect.
When I was a kid I didn’t worry about how I looked, I was a kid. I did kid things. I played in the grass, I rolled in the mud, I got dirty! And I loved it! I have wonderful memories from my childhood and I hold on tight to them. I wonder about the kids today hooked up to their computers, isolated from reality. What do they do when the power goes out? Do they know how to play? I’m glad I’m not a kid today. I’m glad I’ve got my memories.