How rude can people be?

How rude can people be?

Why are some people so rude? Why can’t they be polite? Does it cost them anything to be polite? Why can’t they talk back to us the way we talk to them? Why be so rude? (Now read it again, almost screaming!)

Well I know this is nothing compared to how people are suffering across the world, how they have nothing to eat or wear, how some get exploited, how many put up with racial torments, how some are sick and in pain, how the terrorist attacks kill thousands of innocents and how the terrorist’s family get the government or whosoever’s fury in the name of revenge. I’m very much aware there is greater insolence happening around, I feel small and guilty and I feel like I’m complaining for such a small issue, but right now all I can do is care for this little heart which has literally drowned in this huge emotional catastrophe.

While I have encountered impoliteness all along my career path (also the time I realized how much growing up sucks) and I have endured them, though not boldly but I did walk out of them, and walked out clean. This one is regarding an encounter with the Thimphu City Lag Thram Distributing Officer, I don’t know if this is her actual designation but she was an officer distributing Lag Thrams and working for the Thimphu city, so.

So today, I was calling her up just to enquire on an official work, and her speech had me awestruck in a bad goddamned way. Why be so rude? And hang up? As far as I’m aware I was polite and not irrational because I had just uttered half a sentence. So I’m pretty sure I did not annoy her. Her rudeness literally murdered my spirit for today. How can she talk so rude to people she doesn’t even know? And this is official okay? I wasn’t begging her any favors. Why did she act like she feed and clothe me, so I owe her a big deal?

And since I have already started, let me also add this one here so that I don’t have to be cranky about this in another article. It was last month on the 17^th when I finally got to appear for the driving test. And well I was driving a Xcent, because I was confident driving it since I had practiced the box with it. I was third in the endless queue, and already anxious and shivering. Like anyone else I didn’t like failing, I had to get through this one by all means because my Learner’s License was already 3 years old+ and I, 25+, so I needed at least a driving license if not anything else. Besides how long could I be a fraud driving with my sister’s license? While I was fighting my fears, this ugly RSTA official (ugly because he was rude) calls out to me saying “Are you going to appear the test with this car? Don’t even attempt, you are FAILING!” Yes, these were his actual words. I was already panicky, I didn’t need any negative vibes. So I confronted him for his filthy words to which he said he only meant good for me. Well Mister there is a good way of saying the car is quite big for the test, right? Why be so rude?

Later a fight broke out between the ugly guy and another test-taker, so you see it wasn’t just me who found the ugly guy ugly. Anyway, I passed the test.

After all these years I have realized being the victim of rudeness isn’t my fault, I’m pretty adorable so little can I do to annoy someone. Haha. Jokes, Jokes.  I understand people aren’t rude because I say something unpleasant to them. They are just rude. They are sick. Born that way, something like that. People who have the audacity to be rude pollute the good population and bring down the name of the organization they are working for.

Not much of an issue, I know. But my heart ached, okay? So there, I spoke my heart out.

Good day!