Entry Submitted by GK at 12:25 PM EST on January 26, 2020
"Hello." I said.
She walked by and did not return the greeting.
Hey how are you?
He walked by and barely grunted.
Hi.
Maybe I imagined the other person in the hallway.
Maybe I had finally lost it. I imagined other people on sidewalks and hallways.
Did I have a concussion? Or perhaps polite society was extinct. Even the old lady cashier at Walmart neglected to volley back my cheery address.
I couldn't just blame it on an unfriendly new generation who were taught all strangers had people chained in a secret dungeon in the basement. The old lady and old man in the Walmart stared through me as if I was swirling wind and snow.
I can honestly say I have never failed to return a Salutation. I can say the Midwest friendliness is a myth. I remember being surprised by people in Pasadena being friendlier than what I was accustomed to. I shall guess sunshine and warm weather contribute to saying hello on a sidewalk.
Down at the ocean I had the courtesy to keep my shirt on. The 50 sit-ups I had done in 1987 hadn't kicked in yet. But she slimmer and younger ignored the shit out of me. The beach was packed and honestly it was the only 4 feet left. I wasn't going to ask if she needed help applying Coco butter on her back. It was a standard greeting without a hint of ulterior motive.
My apartment building has 30 year old single mothers with at least 4 kids each. I generally greet the entire pack with something cheery and the pack collectively must be deaf or watching too many CSI episodes. CSI Sesame Street.
I would say 2 out of 10 these days say hello back. One of the two are really annoyed to have to return the greeting and their reply is sort of akin to having a raw potato in their throat.
The tenth who is really more like 1 in 100 actually returns the greeting without fear and with equal cheer. They even smile.
This rare person actually makes me feel so much better about humanity I have a noticeably better day.
GK
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"Hello." I said.
She walked by and did not return the greeting.
Hey how are you?
He walked by and barely grunted.
Hi.
Maybe I imagined the other person in the hallway.
Maybe I had finally lost it. I imagined other people on sidewalks and hallways.
Did I have a concussion? Or perhaps polite society was extinct. Even the old lady cashier at Walmart neglected to volley back my cheery address.
I couldn't just blame it on an unfriendly new generation who were taught all strangers had people chained in a secret dungeon in the basement. The old lady and old man in the Walmart stared through me as if I was swirling wind and snow.
I can honestly say I have never failed to return a Salutation. I can say the Midwest friendliness is a myth. I remember being surprised by people in Pasadena being friendlier than what I was accustomed to. I shall guess sunshine and warm weather contribute to saying hello on a sidewalk.
Down at the ocean I had the courtesy to keep my shirt on. The 50 sit-ups I had done in 1987 hadn't kicked in yet. But she slimmer and younger ignored the shit out of me. The beach was packed and honestly it was the only 4 feet left. I wasn't going to ask if she needed help applying Coco butter on her back. It was a standard greeting without a hint of ulterior motive.
My apartment building has 30 year old single mothers with at least 4 kids each. I generally greet the entire pack with something cheery and the pack collectively must be deaf or watching too many CSI episodes. CSI Sesame Street.
I would say 2 out of 10 these days say hello back. One of the two are really annoyed to have to return the greeting and their reply is sort of akin to having a raw potato in their throat.
The tenth who is really more like 1 in 100 actually returns the greeting without fear and with equal cheer. They even smile.
This rare person actually makes me feel so much better about humanity I have a noticeably better day.
GK
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If you wish to contact the author of any reader submitted guest post, you can give us an email at UniversalOm432Hz@gmail.com and we'll forward your request to the author.
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All articles, videos, and images posted on Dinar Chronicles were submitted by readers and/or handpicked by the site itself for informational and/or entertainment purposes.
Dinar Chronicles is not a registered investment adviser, broker dealer, banker or currency dealer and as such, no information on the website should be construed as investment advice. We do not support, represent or guarantee the completeness, truthfulness, accuracy, or reliability of any content or communications posted on this site. Information posted on this site may or may not be fictitious. We do not intend to and are not providing financial, legal, tax, political or any other advice to readers of this website.
Copyright © 2019 Dinar Chronicles
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