Unnecessary thoughts at random in front of a cup of coffee.

31/12/2013

I feel largely gratified by the comforting idea that I have more or less sever regular visitors, who are so kind to come over to give a look at this erratic journal.

I'm aware that it's a ridiculous percentage on the web, where in every social network one can collect a huge number of presumed "friends" in few days.

But I'm happy like that. I like considering this space a slightly secluded room, with the door only half-open. There is not any street sign to attract attention.

I won't find many "virtual friends" but I'm happy with my seven readers, even though I know very little about them.

I know I should say something about this old year and express some wishes for the new one and all the usual panoply of common places. I should, shouldn't I? But I won't.

I don't mean to be rude, only because I'm not conventional. Actually I cannot stand any form of rudeness and I'm deeply persuaded that good manners and politeness would be a great help to make human relationships better and, as a consequence, to make also this world a better place.

Simply old-fashioned good manners. It's not too difficult after all. One should try to speak in a moderate tone of voice, be able to understand others, be polite, and avoid all trivial and vulgar habits.

Good manners, mutual respect, a little of elegance in little gestures, which doesn't mean being necessarily a snob.

More time to be what we are and less time to pretend to appear different. Showing off is never elegant, it's gloomy.

But I'm speaking only for myself, an old gentle contrarian, without claiming to be necessarily right.

Call me mannered, if I love good manners, maybe you are right. But I refuse to drink my coffee in a plastic cup.

3 Comments

Barry

8/1/2014 04:03:21 pm

There is a lot of truth in your words and thoughts here. It is appropriate to be able to write your thoughts without the necessity to "modify" them from some imagined global quest to gain approval from "occasional" friends. I am glad you speak your mind and delighted you appreciate good manners as I do. Unfortunately I could drink coffee from a mug as well as a cup. Plastics are a problem for any hot drink although when camping weight and possible breakage is a factor. But consider this, any drink (water, tea or coffee) will always taste better despite its container after good exercise and increased thirst.

Don Leaman

14/1/2014 03:51:00 am

More time to be what we are and less time to pretend to be different made me think, Marisa. I certainly agree that there is a place for good manners and politeness in every situation, but even those can be overdone. If I could describe our friends, those that strictly adhere to the rules of social behavior are the most dull and least fun to be with. I prefer those that speak their mind and are more spontaneous, and I wouldn't enjoy a friend that is a clone of myself.

I'll drink from whatever vessel is offered, and be thankful I have coffee to drink.

Good thing we're all different, and see the world through different glasses.

Marisa

14/1/2014 05:26:18 am

It seems to me to be relatively clear in expressing my humble opinion. I have never spoken of formal social artificial manners, but of a form of natural good manners, based on respect for others and a certain attention in avoiding too vulgar attitudes. The old style good manners for which one was used to thanks and to ask for permission before violating someone else's spaces.
As for coffee it's such a delicate beverage that it deserves to be taken in the best conditions.
Once said that, I can drink from any kind of vessels, my hands included, if the circumstances need it.

Author

I'm the author of all the soap bubbles of thoughts, which are floating in this nearly private space.
My name is Marisa Livet and I cannot speak of myself in third person, because it would sound definitely too ridiculous.
I lay no claims to being an expert of anything.
I write what I think, at random, without expecting any particular reader.
This probably useless,
ephemeral personal journal started on the 20th of December 2012,on purpose, as a kind of ironical wink to the amusing catastrophic theories which would make of the day after the last day of this world.
In the worst case, my journal would have only one post....