"Pssst...just between YOU and ME, Manners Matter" 

In hushed tones, wist-fully speaking: "If I only could..." turn back time: To a time of old, before I regretted saying something that may have been a bit "ill advised" -- "Those words that have hurt you" (Cher, in a moment of enlighten-meant). Yeah, to the so-called halcyon days, transporting US to a place and time, when "Seldom is heard a discouraging word..." Was there ever such a time, place, the cynics among US query...Which most of US these daze, at least imagine were so long ago, as in gone, forgotten, irretrievable...The so-called golden age, a mythical time (literally) when Greek gods roamed the earth and sky, and poked fun at us mere mortals, but at least showed a degree of sophistication in doing so (go ahead, just ask a Greek and they'll be more than happy to tell you all about this time of "primordial peace..."). And on through the Bronze, Silver, and finally, these daze arriving what we might, the age of Jade, where the best apology one can expect comes in the form of "Sorry You are so Jaded". So, as it turns out..."It's all on YOU!" Well, not quite...

SELF-ishly speaking: On to a time and place where it's all-most, mostly, all about ME! As in Facebook and all those who sign on as "Friends" -- many of which turn out to be less than, friendly. Where ME, overexposed (as in so many...poses) ends up a bit dis-appointed. Well, "what did you expect?!" Did THEY think everyone has all the time in the world, to just sit around and wait for YOUR next posting...and when YOU finally do, post something you are either proud of or just want to be a bit, well...showy (as in a bit too much for your mother to approve of)...NOW they pay attention, but not the kind (words) I was looking, hoping for...Post downer...Other-wise, this social media gen seems so SELF absorbed that they hardly pay more than an ounce of concern...no wonder the ME's out there have to resort to sensationalizing...to get any...attention. And perhaps why, along with all the wry comments, barbs, criticisms, that seem to easy to text, insta-gram-eously, and so little time for regret, that the younger gens endorse being so dis-connected, while having constant, instant access...

Reflectively: At a later time, at the end of the day, as I reflect, gaze into the mirror, I finally realize..."You've got it all wrong -- it's less about YOU and more about ME..." An e-piphany...as in "Pardon me...please allow me...this one's on me...much obliged...(when was the last time YOU heard this last one offered up?)" Enlighten-meant, enter a new age of politen-meant...? But then, having second thoughts about where "I" leave off and "YOUS" begin...

Dubiously..."Far be it from me..." Wrong again, the dude in the mirror informs ME. For the time is nigh and the place is "up close and personal"...

Extemporaneously: Without much advance preparation or warning...but now YOU have it, in the form of an invite, one for the TWO of US, to make the better world a better place, one manner-ism at a time...

Finally: The secret's out; it's YOURS to share: Manners Matter -- even Moreso, these Daze. 

Having said all this, I can and will take all of you, who have persevered with ME through all these matters, to one that is REALLY pressing, as in what the world could look like, a "World Without Recess" -- "Goodness, gracious, great balls of fire!" is all I have to say...for now.

 




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