The generalization and hostility goes both ways, and they all think the other guy started it first.
Well in this case we know who started it first.

The generalization and hostility goes both ways, and they all think the other guy started it first.
I suppose I should explain; over much of my childhood and early adolescence, people took advantage of my desire to help and be generous. I was the least competitive, most cooperative child you could imagine. I didn't know how not to help others, even where it disadvantaged me. If my peers applied pressure, I responded, because to do otherwise felt like aggression or rudeness. And because I didn't stand up for myself, noone else did it for me. There's your Serengeti, I suppose. That's the problem - people often had no respect, no compassion, just the expectation that simply because you exist, you, and not they, will bend down. So I was run into the ground and I just accepted it because, hey, I existed to serve, yes? My only sense of worth came from helping others, making others feel good. The satisfaction when you do something for another is intense and rewarding. But over the course of late adolescence and young adulthood, I finally started feeling angry, angry over the way I'd been treated, how I'd been jeered and dismissed and tormented. I suppose the temporary boycott on seat giving was a youthful pettiness - for once it would be someone else simply "expected" to serve others. I got over it when I became an adult, happily.
First I had to learn to say "no", and maybe in my youth I didn't handle it sensibly. Then I had to learn the real lesson, which is how to continue saying "yes" in the sense of "yes, because I want to" or "yes, because it will help you", not "yes, because I exist to". I give up my seat not because I have to or because it's a transgression not to, but because I think it's kind - and I'm going to be kind. And thus I respond badly to implications or suggestions that I must serve others.
One more thing: I'll admit quite readily that, sadly, I can have a rather ugly sense of entitlement at times, a sort of angry selfishness that can pop up and demand recognition. Like most of us, I try to overcome my faults and achieve peace, but it's not easy. And you on the BBS have met the angry boy-me demanding you attend him before, sadly, and for which I apologise profoundly. I can only hope the better me has made a mark too. I'm not saying that streak of generalized resentment should be accepted or excused (I am grievously disappointed in myself when I fail to keep it at bay), but it's very much a part of me.
What we're getting at with this issue is that people want me, esentially, to be what I always was to begin with. But the majority of people around me treated me poorly when I was like that. I trust you realize it's hard to continue being "like that" now, despite my instinct to, and that I have to struggle against a lot of resentment and hurt? My overall point here is: If you want young people to be selfless and helpful, don't act like you're entitled to impose on them or demand of them, but encourage them from example or kindness.
I tend to have strong views on obligation, responsibility and individuality as a result.
You know, that was really unnecessary. Go condescend to someone else. If you're intent on missing the point, that's your problem.
Wow, random ad hominem attacks for the win, huh?
Having a bad day? Condescending much?
The rest of your post kinda made sense but way to disqualify everything you said.
Sometimes I think the real problem is adults feeling entitled and believing children should be silent, obedient slaves to every other adult they meet.
You know, that was really unnecessary. Go condescend to someone else. If you're intent on missing the point, that's your problem.
Wow, random ad hominem attacks for the win, huh?
Having a bad day? Condescending much?
The rest of your post kinda made sense but way to disqualify everything you said.
What the fuck? "Condescending"?
I was making a serious point. Robert's exact words were:
Sometimes I think the real problem is adults feeling entitled and believing children should be silent, obedient slaves to every other adult they meet.
That's hyperbole at best, and horseshit at worst. As I said: no adult ever treated me that way. And now that I am an adult, I've never met or even heard of anyone who thinks that way.
Far from expecting children to be "silent, obedient slaves to every other adult they meet," compared to just about any other society in history, our society affords children and young people an extraordinary amount of freedom, while devoting enormous resources to their care and upbringing. You only have to talk to your grandparents to find out just how different things were just a couple of generations ago.
And in my considered opinion, anyone who thinks it's appropriate to talk about "slavery" in the context of a discussion about a social obligation to hold doors for people, and to give up your seat on the bus, simply doesn't know what he's talking about.
There are real child slaves in this world, Robert. Children who are sold like animals, treated like dirt, and exploited ruthlessly by adults, for labour and in some cases, for sex. Do you seriously think that grown-ups grousing about "kids these days" compares to that? Do you honestly think that any of the social obligations imposed on the average North-American young person come even close to that?
How dare you use a word like "slave" in this context! And then you have the effrontery to call me "condescending," and accuse me of missing the point, when I disagree with you?
Far from being "condescending," I think I was being generous. Your express opinion was so wildly exaggerated that I felt it could only have one of two sources. Either you had a very unhappy (and unusual) childhood--in which case, as I indicated, I can understand feeling the way you do. If that's the case, then I truly am sorry, and I can understand how it would shape your attitude on this subject. But my point stands.
Either that--or you were just trolling. If you'd rather I came to this conclusion instead, let me know.
Now, if an older person walked up to you and said, "Get up," then I would've stayed seated in your place. But failing to be polite in the kind of case you describe really strikes me as something like giving the middle finger.
Sometimes I think the real problem is adults feeling entitled and believing children should be silent, obedient slaves to every other adult they meet.
Sometimes I think the real problem is adults feeling entitled and believing children should be silent, obedient slaves to every other adult they meet.
Actually I think this is true in one context - the boozer, seriously, don't bring your fucking kids into the pub on a Saturday afternoon when the rest of us are trying to study the form, kill our livers and keep our bookie in the style that he become accustom to.
No, we will not turn over the ponies* so he can watch cartoons, no he can't draw on my copy of the racing post.
* no not those ponies.
And every time I meet little asshole thugs I think about Maleek, a little boy in a third grade class I taught about 5 years ago. Maleek was from the ghetto--the real ghetto, Bed-Stuy... his dad was in jail, his mom in and out of various institutions, and at 8 he got himself up everyday and took the subway alone to school, and was kind, mature, and well-mannered. On parent teacher conference day, neither of his parents showed up. Instead, his 15 year old brother and 17 year old sister came to discuss his grades and progress.
Sometimes I think the real problem is adults feeling entitled and believing children should be silent, obedient slaves to every other adult they meet.
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I agree with the sentiment that bitching about the lack of manners, respect, blah, blah, blah in today's youth is tedious. Kids are people, some are polite, some are not, just like adults. It has always been that way and always will be so (I'm sure someone has already brought up the famed ancient quotation by...was it Socrates?...about how the youth of the day were so inferior to their elders). I've met a lot more rude adults than I have rude children, to be frank.
What's more, for every little shit out there I have met a wonderful, bright, and kind youth. When I see a young person fail to give up his seat to an elderly person, I think about the time last year after one of the winter's major blizzards, when a frail old woman with a walker was trying to cross the road: all the snow that had been swept from the roadway was piled up at the sidewalks, meaning that at most corners one had to climb and pick one's way over mounds of snow sometimes 3 or 4 feet high. This little old lady was stuck in the road, trying to figure out how to get herself and her walker over the snow, I offered to help, struggling myself not to slip over. Two boys, about 14 or 15, saw us struggling and ran over to take the lady's bags and walker and practically carry her over the snow and ice. If that wasn't enough, they then offered to walk her the rest of the way to her destination. Several adults had walked right past her before the boys and I stopped to help.
And every time I meet little asshole thugs I think about Maleek, a little boy in a third grade class I taught about 5 years ago. Maleek was from the ghetto--the real ghetto, Bed-Stuy... his dad was in jail, his mom in and out of various institutions, and at 8 he got himself up everyday and took the subway alone to school, and was kind, mature, and well-mannered. On parent teacher conference day, neither of his parents showed up. Instead, his 15 year old brother and 17 year old sister came to discuss his grades and progress.
When I get the urge to bitch I remember Maleek and his brother and sister -- some of the most awesome people I've ever met, and children of this supposedly unmotivated, disrespectful, and ill-mannered generation. They are neither the rule nor the exception, rather evidence that there are all types. Always have been and always will be.
So I was at the mall on my way home from work. Going to the restroom (per usual, lol) when I happened to be walking behind an old man using a walker. He was having trouble getting around. So I stop because something catches my eye.
Anyways, I head back towards the bathroom and see the old man having difficulty getting through the door with his walker. I am unable to help at the moment because he is already halfway through and I would just get in the way. As I look into the bathroom I see this kid (maybe 12, 13) drying his hands on a paper towel all the while watching this man struggle with the door.
It bugs me that the kid didn't make any effort to help. As soon as the man was halfway through the door I leaned in and held it open for him, but the kid on the inside could have done more by holding the door open for him.
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