pet peeve: greeting

24 Oct

listening to: the “the uglysuit” by the uglysuit 

happy hump day, internet!

today i have chosen to write about one of my pet peeves: that which is when people choose not to recognize your existence on earth. granted, i went to university in a place where the freshmen were required to greet every person they passed by (yes, i also went to a military school, but regardless…), but even before that, i absolutely loved the feeling of walking down the halls of my high school and saying hey to all of my friends. also granted, i went to an international school in the netherlands where my graduating class was about 50. i love feeling connected to the world, and nothing really does that for me more than saying “hello” to someone and having a momentary connection to sometimes, a stranger.

now, this incredible feeling of debasement and worthlessness does not come to me in a big city, or mall, or anywhere spacious. i don’t expect a stranger to say hi to me in new york city, or in a movie theater. but i do expect someone to say hello to me in the hallways of my work building, or really anywhere on post. i work on a military post, where we are all very much “in this together.” we refer to each other as brothers and sisters in arms.

BUT for example, this morning, granted it was 5:30 in the morning, i exited my hotel room and passed a man in the hallway – and instead of looking at me, nodding/smiling/saying hello/somehow acknowledging my life form, he stared awkwardly ahead and hugged the wall while walking past me. i cordially said “good morning!” which he (thankfully) replied to.

this hotel is full of officers, warrants, and senior NCOs. we all are here at one of the signal school houses. we all get up early, wear the same thing, and are all supporting our country. we aren’t strangers to each other – in fact, even our names are on our shirts. i have a hard time grasping what people are gaining by not connecting with those around them.

saying hello to someone is sending them just a little bit of love. this same theory carries over to my method of learning everyone in my class’s first name. hearing your first name brings about a feeling of home and love and comfort, its personal.

here is a quote from one of my favorite books: the secret life of bees by sue monk kidd:
“she reminded me that the world was really one big bee yard, and the same rules worked fine in both places: don’t be afraid, as no life-loving bee wants to sting you. still, don’t be an idiot; wear long sleeves and long pants. don’t swat. don’t even think about swatting. if you feel angry, whistle. anger agitates, while whistling melts a bee’s temper. act like you know what you’re doing, even if you don’t. above all, send the bees love. every little thing wants to be loved.

i echo this mantra, and i try to ooze love in all of my actions. even the smallest, which begins, in my mind, with recognizing your fellow man –  no, i don’t know you and the struggles you face every day, but i do know that i am here, and so are you, and we both are going to make it.





5 Responses to “pet peeve: greeting”

  1. John Q Public October 24, 2012 at 8:06 pm #

    1. It was 0530 in the morning, not everyone is as cheery as you at that time. Just something to keep in mind.
    2. Pet peeve: not capitalizing the first word in a sentence. Seriously, what is that about?

    • anastasia!cale October 24, 2012 at 8:13 pm #

      1. that was only an example, friend!
      2. i just prefer the way lowercase letters look, artistic license!

      • elockwood October 25, 2012 at 3:39 pm #

        i love lower case letters :) and saying hello to strangers. think we’re related?

  2. Kimberly Cale October 24, 2012 at 9:34 pm #

    Sending lots of love! <3

  3. Frank October 25, 2012 at 12:02 am #

    ^^^ next pet peeve to write about… rude blog commenters

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