On occasion you have been witness to my rants, all of which have been enormously cathartic (for me at least).
These days, however, I cannot muster up the energy for a rant. In fact, I think such an outburst would be unseemly under the current circumstances. Instead, lethargy reigns and leaves me only with a lament.
Perhaps I am not alone.
I don’t know about you, but I cannot help but lament the flagrant disregard of civility into which we have been thrust, willingly or not. You may think I’m talking about the United States, and yes, I’m including the United States, but incivility exists in France as well.
If one were to rant about incivility it would seem like one becomes part of the problem. Lamentation seems to be the only reasonable alternative.
It’s not necessary to cite examples, I’m sure we all have experienced or witnessed boorish and disrespectful behaviour — from road rage and surly service to bullying and hyperbolic political aggressivity.
I knew a woman in New York who told me kindness is weakness. Can you imagine?
What is most concerning I think is that when we are consistently exposed to truculent comportment we may become inured to it and ignore its consequences. Wouldn’t that be the saddest outcome of rampant incivility?
Let us hope that Samuel Johnson was wrong.