not everyone has manners. Some people are extremely rude. Those that are supposedly cultured and brought up in those stiff, snobby households where everything revolves around manners seem to have the least of them. Their narrowmindedness and stuffiness suffocates their ability to see their own rudeness.
Manners are a difficult concept. People who have manners, expect others to have them as well. People without manners, judge people with them. And people who imagine having manners see it as the biggest achievement of all, an achievement that should therefore be celebrated and honoured by everyone they meet.
I sat at the table, stiff. Mrs. Murken, my tutor, pinched my side. “Behave!” she whispered sharply. “Mind your manners!” I hated her, and I hated the dean of students that was visiting us today.
I have great manners in personal opinion. I always ask politely, I say please and thank you often. I never talk out of turn or interrupt. Manners are needed for a lady like I, they are good for friendships and a great moral to have in life. People that don’t have manners are not fun to approach, and frankly when you chew with your mouth open its not flattering.
Oh what manner of love is this. That He sent his son to die. Oh what manner of love is this that the world does not know. That the world debates on what manner means and decides it means whatever we decide it to. Oh what manner of love is this? A love that is the center of life, the create, the purpose. That we may know it.
Screw manners! Why do we have to be told how to act? Don’t we already get enough direction in being told what to do? Manners, frankly, piss me off. “No elbows on the table!” “Say please” how about I do what I want how I want. Does that work for you? No? Then kindly, fuck off. Please and thank you.
This is an idea that has been long forgotten. From the trials and tribulations of the dating world to the lethargy of modern parenthood, manners has been forgotten. It is a nationwide crime really.
They tell you to have manners doing things like having dinner with a friend. But the thing is, manners are what set you apart. They make everything seem so distant, so strange and weird and uncomfortable.
I wonder why people don’t have manners when they’re fighting or breaking up with each other.
Manners are for pussies!
Highly over-rated. It’s all fake! A scheme.. a conspiracy… to make us look civilized when in reality w’re all just posing! I’mna hop, skip and scream and laugh out loud and chew with my mouth open, push past old people, steal candies from little children and use the eff word in each sentence as much as I can! BOO YOU ALL SCHEMING SCHEMERS OF THE WORLD!
I have no manners, but who’s to blame? The people who raised me? Or currently drive me insane? Well it’s no body’s busy, of who is to blame. For the person at fault shares my name.
I have gotten sick of hearing terms like ADD, ADHD, and most forms of autism. They are all just excuses so that parents don’t have to discipline their children. I can’t say I blame them, seeing as how one cannot even spank her own child. The child won’t be BEATEN, hippies, so calm down and learn to discipline your kids
manners. Everyone needs it, from the young toddler to the old woman selling buttons. That picture is so old though. So 80s. But old people pretty much have the most manners of all, in the 80s, 90s, and now in the present! Most of them are so polite, that’s why they’re wise and us young people have to learn from them.
Serve from the left; clear from the right. Start with the outside fork and move in. All under the heading of manners. What happened to “Yes ma’m” and “No Sir” and “Please” and “Thank you” and making others feel important and respected?
“She has no manners at all. She comes into MY house, eats MY food, sleeps in MY bed, and leaves without even saying good bye OR thank you.” My mom rants. I just nod my head and pretend to care.
That woman’s got impeccable manners! – I exclaimed, looking at the restaurant table next to me. I envied her so, so much… It would all be much easier if I hadn’t lost my arms in an accident, I thought. It’s been a while now, but times like ths still make me wonder.
The lack of manners on the internet is appalling. Just because you don’t like a thing does not mean everyone else needs to hate it too. If you don’t have anything nice to say about something keep your opinion to yourself!
“Franky!” my mother stammered. “Where are your manners?”
I furrowed my brow at the question. I hadn’t done anything wrong; I had merely slipped my hand across my girlfriend’s knee, keeping it from shaking, due to her being so nervous. My other hand had never let go of my fork, which was loaded with mashed potatoes.
“I’m sorry?” I asked.
She kept glaring at me as if expecting me to read her mind. My father cleared his throat in order to diffuse the silence.
I don’t have manners. I chew with my mouth open. I don’t hold the door open for strangers. I leave the seat up. I spit on hot asphalt when I’m outside and my mouth tastes funny. I pick my nose. I don’t bother with saying ‘thank you’ or apologizing. And why should I? Women love me.
I have good manner. My manners are very good. My father often critisizes them, but i don’t mind. I know he’s just jealous. SO SHUT UP DAD. YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND THE PRESSURES OF HAVING GOOD MANNERS. Hmph. That’ll teach him. Hopefully he’ll one day see this
i have tons of manners! don’t you know? manners are what the world needs to go ’round and i have lots of manners therefor the world goes round.. do you have manners? you should! they are something that everyone needs in their life.. Right? RIGHT! hahah,
Mind your manners
she said
as I belched rudely at the table.
I am
I said back to her.
This is, after all,
a school for spies,
and I am impersonating a glutton.
Manners are nothing but a tool of the trade.
My manners matter, they have said to me. Countless times before, at dinner parties and birthday parties, small parties, large parties, there is always the likelihood I will have someone to impress. I can incur a compliment if I’m extra good, a pat on the head from a stranger I couldn’t seem to care less about. Matters of manner generally define my behavior, but only when it matters.
Manners. Surely alot of people lack the sense to have them. People prefer to be rude, it is easier isn’t it? We put it amongst ourselves to act this way. Maybe if everyone had good manners this place wouldn’t be so bad after all, but no just because someone is a certain race, or believes in something that is not of what people call the social norm they shouldn’t deserve to be treated politely. Or just because there is a rich man and a poor man, only he rich man should be allowed to be rude since he is the one with the higher paycheck at the end of the day. So that is it. That is how the world works, with only the “privileged” people to decide wether they should have a right to treat the underprivileged with good manners. What is this world now?
“Have you NO manners?”
“What, why?”
“Didn’t your mum teach you anything? I don’t suppose she did, did she? Too busy in that shop of hers selling rubbish to strangers instead of raising you to be polite and know what’s right.”
“I. I, don’t know.”
“No, I didn’t suppose you would. It’s not your fault. Nevermind, we’ll sort you out. Now, go wash your hands and comb your hair before we go.”
they are very useful when eating dinner. people who dont have these can suck a nut. or, rather, these people can find eachother and create a commune of people who dont have manners. in this place their will be no proper way to dine. basically once you sit down anything goes
Manners manners manners manners. I swear I’ve heard that a hundred times in this prison. You have to watch them, mind them, remember them. So much effort for a 7 letter word.
it’s in your mannerisms, your words, your smile. The way you breathe your desperation: inhale, exhale. Again and again. It’s in your fake, crocodile laugh and your high-pitched alligator tears. Sharp, toothy grin, like you know it all. Snap, snap, snap.
Manners, where did they go? The people here in SF seem to have lost them. Walking down the street everyone seems like they hate everyone that’s outside of their group. They don’t have any sense of respect for other people walking past them. It’s sad as we’re all brothers and sisters.
I don’t have good manners. I need to learn them.
Is there a manner school? like .. become a prince charming manner school .. like they show in the movies..
having a sdflkjsda;gjr’dsgjlk;wdgfgsdfsdlkf;dslkfj
one minute is too long…..asdfskjdfsdf
sdfjksdlfsdfsldfksdl
Manners are extremely important for one’s personality. They reflect so much about you. Your upbringing, your learning, your personality, in general. All in all they show how you behave in a social set-up. One needs to be very careful about them everywhere- in public or otherwise. Manners could be simple things like talking gently to a lady, eating with your mouth closed when on the dining table etc. They should come out unconsciously and one shouldn’t be reminded about them or pointed out for. They are imperative for everyone and should be imbibed by all.
I felt like I didn’t have any, to be honest; but how to explain what one feels when the other is determined to be an optimistic, magical daisy-pusher is a hard thing to do with tact. There are some things, no matter how hard you try to understand them, that you will never understand.
Her manners were impeccable, the napkin was spread lightly over her lap, her knife and fork held like the most delicate of surgical implements as she dissected the wonders that fell before her. The other guests couldn’t help but stare for though she was somewhat of a homely thing, her bearing and grace washed that away and left her sparkling.
Manners. I like manners. I believe people should be polite because it’s kind. Please, thank you, your welcome, how are you?, most nice things are considered manners. I like nice things. I appreciate nice things in life, mostly people. If people are nice, I love them. :D
Perhaps it was the way he moved his hands that had me so entranced, winding them around in such even motions. Or, perhaps it was the way he said, “how are you?”.
He wasn’t like the others. In his tone, there was a deep sentiment of genuine caring. Underlying all his movements, there was some undisclosed purposefulness. As he smiled, I could feel my lips curling up, too.
she sat across from me, I could smell her peppermint stained breath but even so her words did not reach the untouched brack between us, weighed down by lies.
etiquette polite nice people dinner table ladies first culture feelings napkins
not everyone has manners. Some people are extremely rude. Those that are supposedly cultured and brought up in those stiff, snobby households where everything revolves around manners seem to have the least of them. Their narrowmindedness and stuffiness suffocates their ability to see their own rudeness.
Manners are a difficult concept. People who have manners, expect others to have them as well. People without manners, judge people with them. And people who imagine having manners see it as the biggest achievement of all, an achievement that should therefore be celebrated and honoured by everyone they meet.
I sat at the table, stiff. Mrs. Murken, my tutor, pinched my side. “Behave!” she whispered sharply. “Mind your manners!” I hated her, and I hated the dean of students that was visiting us today.
I have great manners in personal opinion. I always ask politely, I say please and thank you often. I never talk out of turn or interrupt. Manners are needed for a lady like I, they are good for friendships and a great moral to have in life. People that don’t have manners are not fun to approach, and frankly when you chew with your mouth open its not flattering.
Oh what manner of love is this. That He sent his son to die. Oh what manner of love is this that the world does not know. That the world debates on what manner means and decides it means whatever we decide it to. Oh what manner of love is this? A love that is the center of life, the create, the purpose. That we may know it.
Screw manners! Why do we have to be told how to act? Don’t we already get enough direction in being told what to do? Manners, frankly, piss me off. “No elbows on the table!” “Say please” how about I do what I want how I want. Does that work for you? No? Then kindly, fuck off. Please and thank you.
This is an idea that has been long forgotten. From the trials and tribulations of the dating world to the lethargy of modern parenthood, manners has been forgotten. It is a nationwide crime really.
Ah, manners.
They tell you to have manners doing things like having dinner with a friend. But the thing is, manners are what set you apart. They make everything seem so distant, so strange and weird and uncomfortable.
I wonder why people don’t have manners when they’re fighting or breaking up with each other.
Manners are for pussies!
Highly over-rated. It’s all fake! A scheme.. a conspiracy… to make us look civilized when in reality w’re all just posing! I’mna hop, skip and scream and laugh out loud and chew with my mouth open, push past old people, steal candies from little children and use the eff word in each sentence as much as I can! BOO YOU ALL SCHEMING SCHEMERS OF THE WORLD!
I have no manners, but who’s to blame? The people who raised me? Or currently drive me insane? Well it’s no body’s busy, of who is to blame. For the person at fault shares my name.
I have gotten sick of hearing terms like ADD, ADHD, and most forms of autism. They are all just excuses so that parents don’t have to discipline their children. I can’t say I blame them, seeing as how one cannot even spank her own child. The child won’t be BEATEN, hippies, so calm down and learn to discipline your kids
manners. Everyone needs it, from the young toddler to the old woman selling buttons. That picture is so old though. So 80s. But old people pretty much have the most manners of all, in the 80s, 90s, and now in the present! Most of them are so polite, that’s why they’re wise and us young people have to learn from them.
Serve from the left; clear from the right. Start with the outside fork and move in. All under the heading of manners. What happened to “Yes ma’m” and “No Sir” and “Please” and “Thank you” and making others feel important and respected?
“She has no manners at all. She comes into MY house, eats MY food, sleeps in MY bed, and leaves without even saying good bye OR thank you.” My mom rants. I just nod my head and pretend to care.
That woman’s got impeccable manners! – I exclaimed, looking at the restaurant table next to me. I envied her so, so much… It would all be much easier if I hadn’t lost my arms in an accident, I thought. It’s been a while now, but times like ths still make me wonder.
The lack of manners on the internet is appalling. Just because you don’t like a thing does not mean everyone else needs to hate it too. If you don’t have anything nice to say about something keep your opinion to yourself!
“Franky!” my mother stammered. “Where are your manners?”
I furrowed my brow at the question. I hadn’t done anything wrong; I had merely slipped my hand across my girlfriend’s knee, keeping it from shaking, due to her being so nervous. My other hand had never let go of my fork, which was loaded with mashed potatoes.
“I’m sorry?” I asked.
She kept glaring at me as if expecting me to read her mind. My father cleared his throat in order to diffuse the silence.
I don’t have manners. I chew with my mouth open. I don’t hold the door open for strangers. I leave the seat up. I spit on hot asphalt when I’m outside and my mouth tastes funny. I pick my nose. I don’t bother with saying ‘thank you’ or apologizing. And why should I? Women love me.
I have good manner. My manners are very good. My father often critisizes them, but i don’t mind. I know he’s just jealous. SO SHUT UP DAD. YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND THE PRESSURES OF HAVING GOOD MANNERS. Hmph. That’ll teach him. Hopefully he’ll one day see this
i have tons of manners! don’t you know? manners are what the world needs to go ’round and i have lots of manners therefor the world goes round.. do you have manners? you should! they are something that everyone needs in their life.. Right? RIGHT! hahah,
Mind your manners
she said
as I belched rudely at the table.
I am
I said back to her.
This is, after all,
a school for spies,
and I am impersonating a glutton.
Manners are nothing but a tool of the trade.
My manners matter, they have said to me. Countless times before, at dinner parties and birthday parties, small parties, large parties, there is always the likelihood I will have someone to impress. I can incur a compliment if I’m extra good, a pat on the head from a stranger I couldn’t seem to care less about. Matters of manner generally define my behavior, but only when it matters.
Manners. Surely alot of people lack the sense to have them. People prefer to be rude, it is easier isn’t it? We put it amongst ourselves to act this way. Maybe if everyone had good manners this place wouldn’t be so bad after all, but no just because someone is a certain race, or believes in something that is not of what people call the social norm they shouldn’t deserve to be treated politely. Or just because there is a rich man and a poor man, only he rich man should be allowed to be rude since he is the one with the higher paycheck at the end of the day. So that is it. That is how the world works, with only the “privileged” people to decide wether they should have a right to treat the underprivileged with good manners. What is this world now?
“Have you NO manners?”
“What, why?”
“Didn’t your mum teach you anything? I don’t suppose she did, did she? Too busy in that shop of hers selling rubbish to strangers instead of raising you to be polite and know what’s right.”
“I. I, don’t know.”
“No, I didn’t suppose you would. It’s not your fault. Nevermind, we’ll sort you out. Now, go wash your hands and comb your hair before we go.”
“Mind your manners.” My mother warned. I as, a small child, looked up at her in bewilderment.
“It’s bad manners to be honest?”
“Yes.”
Years later, I told her that my brother had broken her vase when it was really me, and she found out.
“Don’t lie!” She scolded, and grounded me. Wasn’t it was bad manners to be honest?
where are the manners of yesteryear?
manners make you think of others.
we need more of that in our me generation.
try it out. Pass it fforward.
they are very useful when eating dinner. people who dont have these can suck a nut. or, rather, these people can find eachother and create a commune of people who dont have manners. in this place their will be no proper way to dine. basically once you sit down anything goes
I have manners. But probagbly not the best. I am polite, but I have a vulgar mouth. I am a lady but I eat like a man. I fart in public.
Manners manners manners manners. I swear I’ve heard that a hundred times in this prison. You have to watch them, mind them, remember them. So much effort for a 7 letter word.
it’s in your mannerisms, your words, your smile. The way you breathe your desperation: inhale, exhale. Again and again. It’s in your fake, crocodile laugh and your high-pitched alligator tears. Sharp, toothy grin, like you know it all. Snap, snap, snap.
Truth is, we’re all just winging it.
Manners, where did they go? The people here in SF seem to have lost them. Walking down the street everyone seems like they hate everyone that’s outside of their group. They don’t have any sense of respect for other people walking past them. It’s sad as we’re all brothers and sisters.
I don’t have good manners. I need to learn them.
Is there a manner school? like .. become a prince charming manner school .. like they show in the movies..
having a sdflkjsda;gjr’dsgjlk;wdgfgsdfsdlkf;dslkfj
one minute is too long…..asdfskjdfsdf
sdfjksdlfsdfsldfksdl
Manners are extremely important for one’s personality. They reflect so much about you. Your upbringing, your learning, your personality, in general. All in all they show how you behave in a social set-up. One needs to be very careful about them everywhere- in public or otherwise. Manners could be simple things like talking gently to a lady, eating with your mouth closed when on the dining table etc. They should come out unconsciously and one shouldn’t be reminded about them or pointed out for. They are imperative for everyone and should be imbibed by all.
I felt like I didn’t have any, to be honest; but how to explain what one feels when the other is determined to be an optimistic, magical daisy-pusher is a hard thing to do with tact. There are some things, no matter how hard you try to understand them, that you will never understand.
Her manners were impeccable, the napkin was spread lightly over her lap, her knife and fork held like the most delicate of surgical implements as she dissected the wonders that fell before her. The other guests couldn’t help but stare for though she was somewhat of a homely thing, her bearing and grace washed that away and left her sparkling.
Manners. I like manners. I believe people should be polite because it’s kind. Please, thank you, your welcome, how are you?, most nice things are considered manners. I like nice things. I appreciate nice things in life, mostly people. If people are nice, I love them. :D
Perhaps it was the way he moved his hands that had me so entranced, winding them around in such even motions. Or, perhaps it was the way he said, “how are you?”.
He wasn’t like the others. In his tone, there was a deep sentiment of genuine caring. Underlying all his movements, there was some undisclosed purposefulness. As he smiled, I could feel my lips curling up, too.
Are something that people should always use. They make a difference to how you’re perceived and don’t cost a thing whilst meaning alot
she sat across from me, I could smell her peppermint stained breath but even so her words did not reach the untouched brack between us, weighed down by lies.