Tuesday, December 26, 2006

That was Uncomfortable

We had some family and friends over Christmas night. One of the guest, a 15 year old cousin, brought along her boyfriend. The two children, young adults, made themselves very comfortable on the couch in the living room. The couch in the living room is a large sectional that can sit six adults easy. Last night there was room for two uncomfortable adults and two, very friendly, teenagers.

Everyone pretended not to notice the petting and fawning going on in the corner, everyone except for me. I felt uneasy
, they acted as though everything was normal. Things were not normal. In the course of the evening I made three quiet comments, reminding them that the lights were still on, that they were not alone and that I was feeling a bit uneasy. These comments did not get their attention.

I couldn't take it anymore, I stopped the conversation looked directly at the two young lovers and told them in no uncertain terms that I could not take it anymore, that they should sit up and keep their hands to themselves. An uneasy silence settled over the room waiting for her response. My request was ignored. Nothing changed, the silence was deafening. My father and an Uncle awkwardly started talking and everyone pretended nothing happened. Sad, really.

If I ever find myself in a situation like that again I will ask "Romeo" to come in the other room and I will tell him the rules and the consequences for disobedience. Nobody, including me or my other guests will be embarrassed if it is handled in private.

This post was edited by my lovely wife in an attempt not to injure anyones feelings. Funny, how we worry about offending those whom offend. I do not get it. Worrying about offending the offenders is probably the reason they continue to offend.

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2 Comments:

Blogger Steve said...

Yeah, I had one of my posts edited too. Totally sucks to be married ot those with veto power.

9:22 PM EST  
Blogger Mary P. said...

If you've read my blog for long enough, you know I'm very comfortable with my kids' sexuality. However, what you describe is just plain bad manners. It's not about them being kids: If two adults were doing that, you'd be just as offended.

If their parents can't quietly inform them of the niceties of public behaviour, they're not doing their job.

My son has attempted the same behaviour. I've spoken to him, quietly but firmly. Thankfully, he and his very nice girlfriend have enough respect for adults that they stopped.

Me, I'd have been tempted, having seen you ignored like that (adding rudeness upon rudeness), to grab myself a chair, set it up two feet in front of the hormone-addled pair, and, leaning forward, elbows on knees, simply watched like it was a movie. (A bad movie, but who hasn't suffered a few of those in their time?)

Perhaps that might make them uncomfortable, which is how it should have been.

When people are afraid to speak up for good manners, it's yet another example of the polite being held hostage by the rude. It happens all the time, and it's wrong.

Bah.

5:45 PM EST  

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