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Use Your Words

I’m finding in my old age (says the 21 year old) that I’m becoming increasingly better at holding conversations. A great conversation skill is being able to state your point, defend it, acknowledge that people have different opinions and respect opposing opinions.

I like a good debate. It keeps me on my toes and provides great mental exercise.
Picture for a moment a game of tennis. It would be a boring if your opponent refused to serve the ball because they didn’t feel like playing. Imagine them purposefully wacking the ball into the net to cut the game short. What if they deliberately hit the ball outside of the lines so you win?

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Annoyed? Well, it’s the same way with a conversation. Stop changing the topic by saying you don’t want to argue. Don’t stop in the middle or agree with the other person just because you want the conversation to end. A disagreement is not an argument. How is your conversation partner supposed to know what you’re thinking if you keep quiet?

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One of the things wrong with the world is that we don’t say what we want to say for the  sake of peace and sanity. What we don’t realise is that when we bottle these things up they slowly eat away at us and that is what we should be avoiding .

I’ll leave you with these words of wisdom, Always say what’s on your mind, and don’t beat around the bush #StopBushAbuse2017.

#KultureShocked

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He Called Me Ma’am

It’s been too long! I’m taking the GRE tomorrow and figured I shouldn’t do anything too work intensive the night before. Heaven knows I’ve missed writing. It’s not as though I didn’t have anything to write about. I just never had the time. I keep trying to tell myself that there are 24 hours in day; no more and no less. So if I want to do something, I’m going to have to fit it in somehow. At any rate that is not what this post is meant to be about….


 

Today I was walking behind a young man and I may or may not have been checking him out. He was a good distance away from me so he got to the door before I had. He opened it, looked behind him, saw me and held the door. I in turn walked as quickly as my short  legs would carry me.

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I finally caught up, smiled brightly and said thanks to which he replied, “You’re welcome ma’am.”

I was nonplussed(GRE word!!!). A bunch of thoughts crossed my mind: Did he call me ma’am? Isn’t that what you call old people? Do I really look that old?

I spent more time than I’d like to admit turning the situation over in my mind. Overthinking has a way of sending us on a tangent; boy did I go on a tangent. Somehow I ended up at: “See, this is why people say chivalry is dead.”  Moments before I may or may not have been checking this young man out. He, out of respect, called me ma’am and I spent the next ten minutes deriding (can you tell I’ve been studying?) the poor fellow for calling me an old woman.

It used to be a thing that a man would walk up to a woman he was interested in and be all suave and two years later, they’d be married. Nowadays, men are less willing to approach females because we often find a way to be offended by something that was said with good intent. Please note, I said “men”. I am not trying to make excuses for the little boys who don’t know how to talk to a lady.

This encounter still has me questioning life but the next time someone calls me ma’am, I’ll be prepared!

What d you think? Is Chivalry dead? Or more importantly, did we kill chivalry?

#KultureShocked