Always look at his manner. You would always discern his personality from his manners.
“That’s why my teacher said. I believed in it and when I saw my boyfriend doing something wrong. I immediately dumped him,” she said.
“Gosh. You’re cruel. Didn’t you even love him?” I asked.
Manners. These relics of a by gone day will be the most significant loss to future generations. As civility to your fellow man continues to decline as the “ME” mindset becomes the norm, so do we lose one of the best things we ever created. I weep for the future.
So many people are obsessed with having manners. “Manners means that you are civilized.” “True gentlemen and ladies have perfect manners.” “Don’t forget your manners.” To be honest though, I’m fascinated by wild, rough, uncivilized people. Something about them being so independent and free from society’s influence attracts me and draws me to them. They just stand out, and sometimes, people need a little bit of the crazy side in their life.
good manners and bad manners. people should watch their manners. No one knows about manners these days… If you want to make good first impression you have to be careful about your manners!
I just wrote about manners yesterday. -.- Now I don’t even want to have nice manners. I don’t want to write about manners again today. How rude of whoever is in charge to not give me a new word. What am I supposed to do? Not classy OneWord, Not classy.
Manners. Some people have them, some people don’t. Yes’m, No’m… Some people don’t stop talking when you clearly have things to do…or leave when the party is clearly over. What is that…What is that…2AM – 8PM. I’m tired.
This is what they told me, when I was a child.
Sit up straight, smile, and always, and very big, smile to everyone, no matter what is said. Keep your clothes clean, don’t get messy. Don’t walk with your cousins out on the street at night, this is not ladylike behavior, I don’t care what you talk about, you can say it in the house. Don’t walk on the streets alone, take your brother with you. Let the elderly have the final say. Bring the tea out to the guests. You’re going to be a beautiful bride someday! What a queen of the house you will be!
Some of it I understand now, some of it will never sit well with me, but I will always find it maddening, the way I was expected to sit still and obey.
I’m actually a very well mannered person. But in a rural town such as this that only led to alienation and appraisal by the people around me. Just can’t seem to advocate their level of rudeness.
If nothing matters, then why bother about my fucking manners?
if you aren’t going to say thank you, why should I say please?
as if I’m fucking begging you to give a shit.
No.
Fuck you.
Fuck manners,
because it never matters.
We’re all selfish, we just pretend we aren’t.
I didn’t quite understand what he was trying to say. Everyone back home always thought the best of me. I never once had to explain my behavior. This trip was beginning to look bleak and I wondered if the differences between James and me were too much for us to build a relationship upon.
manners seem to define the very environment in which a person was raised, they not only give a glimpse into the persona of an individual but go a long way into shaping up their life,
Tre’vaughn Jones has the best manners. From the time he knew how to speak he always said please and thank you. There is something magical in his God given spirit that just lets him appreciate all the good things people do for him. God, please let that spark in him never go out and let his appreciation for life grow into something greater than this world has ever imagined. I love my baby brother.
They are really important for our lives. They reflect our upbringing and the way express ourselves in front of other people. They speak volumes of who you are. They lack of them will break you, the possession of them will make you.
Ha!
Who needs these?
I’ve seen them standing in defiance, the other day– She was instructing yet again at the chalkboard, Peanuts-drawling, the words blending into whines and mwa mwa mwaas, the subject must always precede the verb and there is a distinction between subject and predicate, a prep-prep-preposition is a special group of–
And so on.
One day, they had enough. We were past this stage of structured grammar, past being told how we should think about this or that short story– they were students with a mission, and I was bound to join them.
In the middle of the debate between semicolon vs. comma, they punctured the run-on sentence by standing on their chairs, declaring,
“WE’RE DONE WITH THE RULES! SYSTEM BE DAMNED! WE’RE FREEING OUR TONGUES!”
One by one, the students joined, slamming their books on the ground and standing on their chairs. The teacher frazzled into a frenzied curly Q.
For indeed, they meant that too much rule-following would lead to our thoughts in mental prisons. Enough was enough.
And it was the 60s, and we believed in expression. Manners meant nothing when we couldn’t be free.
People are different. Not everything is focused on genes, some manners are from parents and society which people live in. somebody can be hurt and then he or she can behave different than before.
You have to be nice and caring. Say ”thank you” And other things that are polite be nice and stuff its a very good this to have manners. Manners is an impotantant thing to have.
“Hands down!” my mother used to say.
So down they went.
To this day, I still pause at that crucial moment before touching something shiny on the shelf of the department store.
Thanks, mother. I’ll never be the same.
She always had manners. It was more out of fear than honor or propriety, but when it comes down to it, what’s the difference? She still sat silently and smiled at her elders, and the cold eyes and clenched jaw were noticed by no one, and earned her nothing.
I’m so tired. I’m so tired that I cannot even stand, let alone type. I am so tired, I feel semi solid. I cannot think. I just want to sleep. I am not home. Manners suggest I must stay up, have dinner and then rest. Manners, thou art a heartless bitch.
manners of the way we live life. These manners are from the way fathers create us, like the way we behave with people and the way we are in are confort zone. with our manners we are who we are, and what people think of us
Well then, you never learned your manners did you?
She would always say that. Just sit and stare at me. With those big buggy eyes, wagging a finger at me. As if I should be ashamed. Ashamed that I don’t fit into her neat little world, into her neat little definition of how everything should be. Of how people should be. But people are messy, they don’t fit into categories and they don’t all have the same idea of what being polite is.
My manners have never been very good ones. I eat with my mouth open, shovel food into my mouth, never sit still or burp quietly. I’ve definitely toned down my ugly eating habits, but they can definitely be noticeable when I don’t pay attention to them.
MINE, says the kid. NOT MAMA’S! Oh the shame, being from Canada, the politest country on the planet, to have a bratty kid with poor manners. Trying to instill them is hard, harder than I ever thought it would be.
Manners. Matter? DO they?Really?The anti-Christ of manners is sitting next to me. IT’s true. She doesn’t like them. Thinks they’re stupid. Like me, she says. Tada! I told you!
People don’t have manners. I hate those people. Those people drive me nuts. I know I don’t have manners all the time, but seriously? At least try to make some effort where you can. Hold the door open for someone. Help an old lady with her groceries. DO SOMETHING. For crying aloud, don’t be a dickhead like everyone. Please.
what happens when you lack manners in a social setting? Ostracism, if the lack of manners is severe enough. otherwise you’re just snuffed by the yippies and other well-to-do folk. Those uptown folk
I’ve always thought that manners were very important because that was what I was taught but being a Mom and a “responsible” adult makes manners and their lack thereof much more apparent. I wish that more Moms and Dads made a concerted effort to make sure their kids are taught manners-the world would be a much nicer place!
Manners, not propriety, are a great way to respect ones self and others, creating an environment of peace and allowing space for processing encouraging response rather than reactivity.
I’ve been taught all my life that manners are important, so I have always tried to make manners a habit. That is pretty difficult however when you stay at another person’s house often where manners aren’t a big deal at all, and I feel like mine have been lacking lately.
Dave shouted at Brian, who screamed at the top of his lungs, “Fuck off you cunt!” “I am offended by your lack of morals. There is a limit.” “Oh yeah?” replied Brian
It was in all of the ways she asked me to do things. Right down to washing the toilet. I put the lid down before it was dry. Not right. Just not right. And then the vacuuming. Oh, there was that and it was not pretty. Never right. That was all before she was gone. She even did that in the best possible manner.
i’ve been told i have good manners. i see manners as becoming more and more of an issue. i meet young people that have terrible manners, and some that have impeccable manners. there seems to be no middle ground anymore on this topic.
My brother has no manners, he’s a burping, annoying, slouching, little punk. And he REALLY gets on my nerves when say’s “Pass the pota- BURP! Ahhh, potatoes.” No manners at all
Always look at his manner. You would always discern his personality from his manners.
“That’s why my teacher said. I believed in it and when I saw my boyfriend doing something wrong. I immediately dumped him,” she said.
“Gosh. You’re cruel. Didn’t you even love him?” I asked.
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Manners. These relics of a by gone day will be the most significant loss to future generations. As civility to your fellow man continues to decline as the “ME” mindset becomes the norm, so do we lose one of the best things we ever created. I weep for the future.
So many people are obsessed with having manners. “Manners means that you are civilized.” “True gentlemen and ladies have perfect manners.” “Don’t forget your manners.” To be honest though, I’m fascinated by wild, rough, uncivilized people. Something about them being so independent and free from society’s influence attracts me and draws me to them. They just stand out, and sometimes, people need a little bit of the crazy side in their life.
good manners and bad manners. people should watch their manners. No one knows about manners these days… If you want to make good first impression you have to be careful about your manners!
I just wrote about manners yesterday. -.- Now I don’t even want to have nice manners. I don’t want to write about manners again today. How rude of whoever is in charge to not give me a new word. What am I supposed to do? Not classy OneWord, Not classy.
Manners. Some people have them, some people don’t. Yes’m, No’m… Some people don’t stop talking when you clearly have things to do…or leave when the party is clearly over. What is that…What is that…2AM – 8PM. I’m tired.
We show our respect through our manners. Always be kind and share a smile. You never know who needs it.
This is what they told me, when I was a child.
Sit up straight, smile, and always, and very big, smile to everyone, no matter what is said. Keep your clothes clean, don’t get messy. Don’t walk with your cousins out on the street at night, this is not ladylike behavior, I don’t care what you talk about, you can say it in the house. Don’t walk on the streets alone, take your brother with you. Let the elderly have the final say. Bring the tea out to the guests. You’re going to be a beautiful bride someday! What a queen of the house you will be!
Some of it I understand now, some of it will never sit well with me, but I will always find it maddening, the way I was expected to sit still and obey.
I’m actually a very well mannered person. But in a rural town such as this that only led to alienation and appraisal by the people around me. Just can’t seem to advocate their level of rudeness.
If nothing matters, then why bother about my fucking manners?
if you aren’t going to say thank you, why should I say please?
as if I’m fucking begging you to give a shit.
No.
Fuck you.
Fuck manners,
because it never matters.
We’re all selfish, we just pretend we aren’t.
I didn’t quite understand what he was trying to say. Everyone back home always thought the best of me. I never once had to explain my behavior. This trip was beginning to look bleak and I wondered if the differences between James and me were too much for us to build a relationship upon.
manners seem to define the very environment in which a person was raised, they not only give a glimpse into the persona of an individual but go a long way into shaping up their life,
manners make me think of silence.
speaking out isn’t polite.
my pain isn’t polite.
my thoughts aren’t polite.
Tre’vaughn Jones has the best manners. From the time he knew how to speak he always said please and thank you. There is something magical in his God given spirit that just lets him appreciate all the good things people do for him. God, please let that spark in him never go out and let his appreciation for life grow into something greater than this world has ever imagined. I love my baby brother.
They are really important for our lives. They reflect our upbringing and the way express ourselves in front of other people. They speak volumes of who you are. They lack of them will break you, the possession of them will make you.
Ha!
Who needs these?
I’ve seen them standing in defiance, the other day– She was instructing yet again at the chalkboard, Peanuts-drawling, the words blending into whines and mwa mwa mwaas, the subject must always precede the verb and there is a distinction between subject and predicate, a prep-prep-preposition is a special group of–
And so on.
One day, they had enough. We were past this stage of structured grammar, past being told how we should think about this or that short story– they were students with a mission, and I was bound to join them.
In the middle of the debate between semicolon vs. comma, they punctured the run-on sentence by standing on their chairs, declaring,
“WE’RE DONE WITH THE RULES! SYSTEM BE DAMNED! WE’RE FREEING OUR TONGUES!”
One by one, the students joined, slamming their books on the ground and standing on their chairs. The teacher frazzled into a frenzied curly Q.
For indeed, they meant that too much rule-following would lead to our thoughts in mental prisons. Enough was enough.
And it was the 60s, and we believed in expression. Manners meant nothing when we couldn’t be free.
”Did you enjoy your dinner sweetheart” said Mum.
”Yes mummy it was yummy, thank you!”
That includes manners say thank you.
People are different. Not everything is focused on genes, some manners are from parents and society which people live in. somebody can be hurt and then he or she can behave different than before.
You have to be nice and caring. Say ”thank you” And other things that are polite be nice and stuff its a very good this to have manners. Manners is an impotantant thing to have.
“Hands down!” my mother used to say.
So down they went.
To this day, I still pause at that crucial moment before touching something shiny on the shelf of the department store.
Thanks, mother. I’ll never be the same.
She always had manners. It was more out of fear than honor or propriety, but when it comes down to it, what’s the difference? She still sat silently and smiled at her elders, and the cold eyes and clenched jaw were noticed by no one, and earned her nothing.
I’m so tired. I’m so tired that I cannot even stand, let alone type. I am so tired, I feel semi solid. I cannot think. I just want to sleep. I am not home. Manners suggest I must stay up, have dinner and then rest. Manners, thou art a heartless bitch.
manners of the way we live life. These manners are from the way fathers create us, like the way we behave with people and the way we are in are confort zone. with our manners we are who we are, and what people think of us
Well then, you never learned your manners did you?
She would always say that. Just sit and stare at me. With those big buggy eyes, wagging a finger at me. As if I should be ashamed. Ashamed that I don’t fit into her neat little world, into her neat little definition of how everything should be. Of how people should be. But people are messy, they don’t fit into categories and they don’t all have the same idea of what being polite is.
My manners have never been very good ones. I eat with my mouth open, shovel food into my mouth, never sit still or burp quietly. I’ve definitely toned down my ugly eating habits, but they can definitely be noticeable when I don’t pay attention to them.
MINE, says the kid. NOT MAMA’S! Oh the shame, being from Canada, the politest country on the planet, to have a bratty kid with poor manners. Trying to instill them is hard, harder than I ever thought it would be.
Manners. Matter? DO they?Really?The anti-Christ of manners is sitting next to me. IT’s true. She doesn’t like them. Thinks they’re stupid. Like me, she says. Tada! I told you!
People don’t have manners. I hate those people. Those people drive me nuts. I know I don’t have manners all the time, but seriously? At least try to make some effort where you can. Hold the door open for someone. Help an old lady with her groceries. DO SOMETHING. For crying aloud, don’t be a dickhead like everyone. Please.
what happens when you lack manners in a social setting? Ostracism, if the lack of manners is severe enough. otherwise you’re just snuffed by the yippies and other well-to-do folk. Those uptown folk
I’ve always thought that manners were very important because that was what I was taught but being a Mom and a “responsible” adult makes manners and their lack thereof much more apparent. I wish that more Moms and Dads made a concerted effort to make sure their kids are taught manners-the world would be a much nicer place!
Manners, not propriety, are a great way to respect ones self and others, creating an environment of peace and allowing space for processing encouraging response rather than reactivity.
I’ve been taught all my life that manners are important, so I have always tried to make manners a habit. That is pretty difficult however when you stay at another person’s house often where manners aren’t a big deal at all, and I feel like mine have been lacking lately.
Dave shouted at Brian, who screamed at the top of his lungs, “Fuck off you cunt!” “I am offended by your lack of morals. There is a limit.” “Oh yeah?” replied Brian
manners are good to have, for any self-worthy person to pass on to their children and their children’s children
It was in all of the ways she asked me to do things. Right down to washing the toilet. I put the lid down before it was dry. Not right. Just not right. And then the vacuuming. Oh, there was that and it was not pretty. Never right. That was all before she was gone. She even did that in the best possible manner.
politeness and stuff is quite overrated and i think that I dont really have that many manners anyway so what is the point.
I hate when you have to act a certain way to please somebody – aka manners
Also, manners are so restricting and restraining to people as it is a set of rules to abide by.
I HATE MANNERS.
i’ve been told i have good manners. i see manners as becoming more and more of an issue. i meet young people that have terrible manners, and some that have impeccable manners. there seems to be no middle ground anymore on this topic.
My brother has no manners, he’s a burping, annoying, slouching, little punk. And he REALLY gets on my nerves when say’s “Pass the pota- BURP! Ahhh, potatoes.” No manners at all
At the end of the scholarship candidate dinner, John’s friend informed John that he probably would not get the scholarship.
“Why not?” John said. He tried to think of anything wrong with his grades or essay.
“Your table manners,” Sam said in a loud whisper as if someone were listening. “Like,” he pointed to the splotch of spaghetti sauce on John’s shirt.
“Well,” John said, his mental cogs turning, “Why didn’t anyone tell me?”
“Because,” Sam said, “That would be impolite.”