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Sure it’s a repeat, but having a birthday is, too.

Courtesy of PBF Comics, which aren’t necessarily always something I’d recommend.

To the tune of “When I’m 64” by The Beatles:

When I get older, postings are rare, a couple hours from now
Will you still be clicking on things underlined, email links and commenting fine?
If I don’t post ‘till week number three, would you get too bored?
Will you still need me, will you still read me
When I’m thirty-four?

Mmmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm.
You’ll be older, too. (Aaaaah)
And if you say the word,
I will post for you.

I could eat candy, noting the lines written on the wrap
You could read other sites while waiting for posts, read a good book or take a long nap
Talking of cats and Snakes on a Plane, who could ask for more?
Will you still need me, will you still read me
When I’m thirty four?

Every year in school I will comment on and write about, if it’s not too drear.
I will rant and rave.
Comments are welcome from: all of you. And Dave.

Send me an email, drop me a line, tell me ‘bout your blog.
Indicate precisely if you’ve got an URL, I might link to you, boy or a girl.
So for now I’ll keep posting these things, rambling more and more
Will you still need me, will you still read me,
When I’m thirty-four?

Based on my friend Kat’s singing just the line “When I’m thirty-four” on the phone. She’d kill me if I didn’t give her at least a little credit.

I’ve realized something lately. Maybe it’s my advanced age (I’m almost 34!) but I’ve noticed that people aren’t very polite to each other any more.

I guess it’s possible a couple of other things could be true:

1) People never were polite to each other
2) I’m just now noticing what people do

It is, of course, more noticeable online. With the anonymity the Internet affords (identity thieves be hanged!), people seem to more freely be impolite. Not having to look someone in the face and say “Your opinions, desires, and beliefs don’t mean a hill of beans to me” makes it easier to say things like that. It becomes natural to use sarcasm and nastiness to deal with everything.

It seems that a lot of it gets filed under “my right to free speech” or “I’m being real.” Sadly, that last one is becoming more and more true, I think – impoliteness is how people are becoming.

See, it’s easy to blame the anonymity of the Web for some of the lack of politeness, but it’s spilling out into the “real world.” Frankly, I think that’s part of the problem, that separation, that thinking that certain behavior is fine in certain contexts. We forget that the people we deal with in email, in forums, and on instant messaging are real people. I wonder if it’s because we’re reading their words rather than hearing them? We react differently to the written word than to the spoken, and often one does not translate well to the other.

It’s no excuse. Our desire to be hip or funny or sarcastically observant comes at the expense of treating others poorly. When “I have a right to say what I want!” becomes more important than “I want to do my part to make it easier for us all to co-exist” and “Being ‘real’” becomes more important than “being polite,” it’s no wonder we have road rage, people who sue at the drop of a hat, and teenagers wearing rude T-shirts.

Lack of politeness boils down to lack of respect, really. If, in response to your stated opinion, I respond with “That’s stupid and anyone who believes that is stupid and probably ugly” what I’m really saying is “You’re not important to me because you’re different than me.”

“But,” you say, “people need to earn my respect!” Long-term respect, sure. But that general respect for others, a respect for life because its life, should be as natural as breathing. Because you’re a person I should have enough respect for you to at the very least be able to listen to you without calling you names. Will I agree with everything you say? Not likely. You won’t agree with me, either. But “We can agree to disagree” goes a lot farther towards fomenting harmony than “You jerkwad idiot monkey-brain.” How we treat others is often more important than if we agree with them.

Bottom line, it’s ego: “My opinion matters more than yours.” What makes you better than someone else? Your incredible intellect? Your amazing good looks? Your ability to walk and chew gum at the same time? Where’d you get all those things? You had nothing to do with the gifts you were given by being alive so stop pretending you did. Sure, you might have studied or practiced something to get better at it, but did you create your brain and give it the ability to learn new things? Nope, you sure didn’t. And whether you believe you were given those abilities and gifts by God or whether you believe mankind evolved itself up to the point where they happen naturally with every new life, you didn’t have anything to do with it either way. I’m no better than you and you’re no better than the last person you ridiculed.

Being impolite and disrespectful has another effect: it causes the person you ridiculed to build walls. Different people build different walls – some build walls of further disrespect and sarcasm and react by cutting the other person down and escalating the hate (esca-hating?). Some build walls of silence and react by not saying anything. Some build walls of deafness and react by not listening. Closing oneself in away from others is a sure path to not growing as a person anymore. If all we’ll ever know is what we already know, there’s no chance of growth.

In the last couple of years, I’ve met and become friends with many different types of people with many different types of personalities. It’s taken constant work on my part and on theirs to deal with the differences. I grew up in an environment made up of people with whom I shared belief systems. Being around others who don’t share that system has been scary, enlightening, and affirming all at the same time. The more I see other beliefs, the more it helps me understand my own. On their part, they’ve had to come to understand that “religious” doesn’t mean “hate-filled bigot.” Being friends or even being polite doesn’t mean you automatically accept what they believe, but understanding that they DO have different beliefs is important.

You’ve heard the phrase “Nobody’s perfect”? I think that’s a hope-filled phrase rather than a despair-filled one. We all have faults and there’s actually a pretty big chance that someone else is going through the exact same thing we are. If someone else can do well and be okay in spite of whatever that is, there’s hope for us. Realizing that we’re all more alike than we like to think is a part of growing up and a part of realizing how the world around us works.

This has been kind of meandering and probably not as concise and boiled down as it could be, but my basic point is that we should treat other people with more respect. From waiters to coworkers to random people we see in Target, be polite. If you think they’re an idiot, you don’t have to say so.

Of course, this is all my own opinion.