Thursday, November 08, 2007

The importance of rudeness. And crowds

Have you ever noticed how scrupulous politeness can be annoying, even alienating? You know what I mean - when the person you're talking to is being breathlessly civil, apologizing for every second thing they say, couching every statement in ways carefully calculated not to give offense, as though your ego were made out of porcelain and you were just sitting there dying to take things the wrong way. I don't know about you, but I see this as fundamentally unfriendly. For one thing, all this mincing and tip-toeing stresses me out; plus, precisely because the other person is trying so hard, I end up thinking of all the ways I could construe what they're saying to me as offensive - ways that would never have occurred to me otherwise. But more than that, it just feels like a way of establishing / emphasizing one's otherness, a way of saying "you're not like me - I neither understand you nor like you, and so if I have to deal with you I'll do it by holding you at a formal distance". I don't know. Maybe it's just because that's what I do - when I really dislike someone but have to interact with them, I'm always chillingly correct. Do other people feel this?

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And while we're on the subject of things you can have too much of - you know how you always walk into a coffee shop and think, "God! why is this place always so crowded!"? Well. The other day I walk into a Starbucks (one of those big ones, mind, with a dozen plus tables) and there's NO ONE ELSE there. At first I think, oh wow! No annoying teenagers discussing their clothes and boyfriends, punctuating every second word with like; no idiot in a suit talking self-importantly into his cellphone; no hapless customers gawping at the menu as if they'd never heard of a latte before, and spending fifteen minutes trying to decide whether they wanted a tall or a grande. Even the sofas are free! At last a chance to sink back with my book and a cup of coffee and read away in peace.

Two minutes of doing this and the silence is beginning to creep me out. I look up from my book and there are four people behind the counter, all standing around with nothing to do, looking at me. I try to sip my coffee more appreciatively, as though savoring each mouthful. I try to look more contented. Is it closing time? Am I keeping these people from leaving? No, the coffee shop's open till 10.00 and it's only 7.30. Why is there no one else here then? Is there something wrong with this Starbucks that I don't know about? Do they put knock-out drops in your coffee and then drag you into the back and saw you into little pieces? Is there some kind of health alert out? Is it national No-Coffee day? I feel like I'm trapped in a Hopper painting.

Oh my god, one of them is coming over. What does he want? Maybe he's going to throw me out. What's that in his hand? Careful now. Okay, that's far enough buster. What's that? Is my coffee good? It's standard Starbucks brew, for christ's sake - oh, forget it. Yes, yes, it's fine. Would I what? Would I like to try a strawberry frappucino? On the house? Ah, couldn't get coffee to mask the taste of the poison, eh? Had to use strawberries (Yech!). No, no thanks. Just what kind of sucker do you take me for?

After a while, the folks behind the counter start talking - just kidding around with each other. At last, I think. Now they're not paying attention to me. Now I can relax. Except - have you ever tried ignoring a conversation when it's the only sound in the room? It's hard, believe me. Pretty soon I know all about Amanda's corns, am nodding along to Steve's suggestion that she bathe her feet in warm water when she gets home, my book still open in front of me but almost entirely forgotten. I keep trying to shut this conversation out, but I can't - it's too clear, too insistent.

Five minutes later, two loud-mouthed twenty-somethings walk in, go sit on the table on the other side of the coffee-shop start off a high-pitched conversation along the lines of "Then I was like, "Oh my god! he is such a jerk", and then she was like..".

I beam at them in gratitude.

13 comments:

tangled said...

The hum of ordinary conversations are much more conducive to reading than silence, yes. Coffee-shop conversations are sometimes fun to listen in on. :D
I suppose I would agree with you on the first part of the post if I knew any people like that.
Besides myself, of course.

LostLittleGirl said...

Ha ha. I always listen on to coffee house conversations. Mostly because you can't really help but hear it. But reading alone in a coffee-shop is something I haven't done in ages..you're lucky.

Chevalier said...

Why are people in suits talking on cellphones always 'self-important idiots' or 'insecure people trying to show off'? There are so many of them out there, surely some of them are normal people with other, more un-cliched neuroses? And I'm sure a lot of them (well, at least a finite, non-zero number) are people stuck in careers or jobs where they have to wear a suit sometimes and talk on their cellphones sometimes...

Falstaff said...

tangled: Oh, I don't know. Silence is fine as long as there aren't other people around. It's just hard to read in the presence of other people when they're silent.

And yes, they can be.

lostlittlegirl: "Mostly because you can't really help but hear it". Ya right. Face it, you just enjoy eavesdropping :-).

chevalier: Ah, struck a chord did that? Notice that the implication that all people in suits talking into a cellphone are self-important idiots is one that you draw for yourself - I neither say nor imply so. On the contrary, by saying "idiot in a suit talking self-importantly" I suggest that idiots in suits can talk in other ways or / and that people in suits talking self-importantly need not be idiots. That said, if the bluetooth headset fits...

Oh, see also Umberto Eco

n said...

This is true. I'm scrupulously polite with people I don't like. I think the correctness both masks and makes obvious my contempt.

Space Bar said...

I was wondering when that Eco peacock comparison would be invoked. Now I can rest easy, with no pressure to do it myself.

My problem at coffee shops is slightly different. I can't bring myself to hang out endlessly if I'm alone. I can neither read nor write at these weird places...there's aa post in there somewhere.

Anonymous said...

SO this isnt the appropriate post to be posting this comment, but what the heck.
Wish you a very happy and safe diwali 42. take care and have fun!

Revealed said...

I didn't agree with Eco though. I think he has to realize that no, those people are not social peacocks, they happen to be completely oblivious to the other people around them. People are often a lot simpler than they are made out to be.

Also what is a diwali 42?

??! said...

The last bit of the first bit -
This shouldn't surprise anyone, should it? After all, some of the most formal and correct people were/are those in royalty, and we know just how 'sharp' their lives could be. Or people in fashion.

The second bit -
So what was with the lack of people?

Crp said...
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Jai_Choorakkot said...

I've seen people being scrupulously polite with people they dont like. I've also seen people being scrupulously polite with people below their social and economic class.

Dont know if the headgear fits anybody but if it does, it does.

regards,
Jai

AakASH!!! said...

SO know that feeling!

BSN said...

Silent? Starbucks? Don't they usually have the standard issue Norah Jones tinking in the background?