Politeness is the dodo bird of our times. No one is quite sure what killed off civility but it’s obvious that two-year-olds aren’t growing out of tantrums or a sense of entitlement. Instead they just get bigger, becoming toddler adults. They drive like idiots, foster workplace stress, simultaneously overindulge and ignore their own kids, feed on the negative energy of angry pundits, and blame everyone else for their own problems. They need to learn a little empathy, or at least the rudiments of feigned empathy we call politeness.
But some of us are way on the other side of the spectrum. We’re so empathetic that we tremble with concern for the feelings of other people. And animals. And plants. (I even tremble with empathy for spiders.) It wouldn’t occur to us to put ourselves first or to act rudely (although my good intentions may come across as annoying, just ask my family).
Some may have been hardwired this way from birth. The rest of us were trained to be too polite for our own good. Right around the time we started crawling we were taught to be respectful and considerate at all times. No exceptions. If asked how we are, we learned the answer should always be affirmative followed by a kindly inquiry about the other person. Never mention any peril you may be in, the object is to focus on others. This means if you’re bleeding, you deny there’s any real problem (oh it’s nothing), don’t bleed conspicuously, and God forbid, don’t complain about whatever caused you to bleed. If you are offered a favor, graciously decline. Even if it’s chocolate. If someone is actively causing you difficulty, either put up with it without complaint or extricate yourself in a way that doesn’t embarrass the other person.
Maintaining this level of politeness rarely leads to an authentically lived life. It’s more like an affliction. We do our best to avoid winning games, getting the best grades, pushing ahead at work, sticking up for ourselves, saying what we mean unless it’s “nice.” Being too polite actually put me in dangerous situations more than once. Nice at all costs has got to go. Kind, yes. Honest, yes. Nice, not always.
Politeness recovery is a slow process and often difficult. It’s complicated because I’m naturally opinionated, sardonic, and forthright. And sometimes silly. Suppressing that side of myself has never been easy. But I’m not giving up my polite side by any means. Politeness is essential if we’re to live together in any kind of harmony. I’ve found genuine politeness has a surprising way of bringing out the best in other people. It presumes they are basically good (a core principle of non-violence) and many times, that’s all that required. (Now, if only that principle were applied on talk radio and in snarky web threads.)
More importantly, I want to be authentic. Treating people with respect and understanding simply feels right. It comes from true compassion, far richer than any thin soup of poor self-worth. The generosity and love of kindness stimulates more of the same.
I aim to give up only the parts of my Good Girl upbringing that hold me back from my eventual goal of becoming a rowdy old lady. My politeness recovery is still ongoing but my friends are amazing role models. They’re well ahead, evolving before my eyes. Some days I’m swimming in the muck, other days I join them on land. I’m often awkward, occasionally splattering mud as I go, but I’m a creature in progress trying to be polite as well as real, empathetic as well as centered, serious but silly too. Like a dodo bird who hasn’t given up on her wings.
10 thoughts on “Politeness Recovery In Progress”
Please, o kind and thoughtsome Laura, take careful notes on your progress, and share with us (and me, especially) episodes in your ongoing recovery, if you don’t mind, if it’s not asking too much, if you find the time….
Such a polite request, Sir Bernard. I shall endeavor to fulfill cheerfully but don’t expect an accompanying curtsy.
So does this mean you’ll share your concerns or complaints more frequently – without apology? I mean after all – being mutual can be polite 😉
Totally agree with this message – love this the most: “They drive like idiots, foster workplace stress, simultaneously overindulge and ignore their own kids, feed on the negative energy of angry pundits, and blame everyone else for their own problems.”
Another worthy post my friend – let’s run on the road to authentic rowdiness!
I’m already pretty skilled at kvetching….
But yes, I’m on the road to rowdiness. Thanks for traveling it with me!
Great post. This is such a hard balance to strike. Politeness, as you so wonderfully described, is what keeps us in a relatively harmonious society. But if it’s too forced, we lose something of ourselves – especially true for women and girls. Probably a lifetime journey trying to figure out the balance. Sounds like you’re well on your way!
If we have to err I hope we err on the side of politeness, because that’s better for the collective good. We certainly see plenty of examples of those who err on the other side.
Always such a pleasure to read. Such insight! Thank you!
Thank you and could not agree more !:D
I am very passionate about manners and being kind but also being assertive. Have you looked at Karpman’s Drama Triangle? It’s an interesting view of roles people sometimes play and learning about it has certainly helped me disengage from over-empathic reactions or over-dramatic ones for that matter. Otherwise, eye-contact and cheeful smile go a long way in fostering warmth in relationships, IMHO.
I learned a little about transactional analysis in college. It seemed pretty dismissive of compassion, mystery, and other aspects of humanity that have always intrigued me so I left it behind. I’ll have to look up the intriguingly named Karpman’s Drama Triangle. Thanks Karyn.