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Dominic said:I live in a place called England……….it's a very miserable N European country that is set beneath a generally grey sky.
People have little time to stop and chat or meet at a pavement cafe for lunch or coffee.
People have learnt to buy shitty Americanised oversize ,under-quality coffee which they drink from Paper cups fitted with baby beaker tops whilst they walk/jog to the next job or meeting that they are already over scheduled for.
Some regret the lack of conversation so they have even learnt to text an abbreviated speak system whilst walking and juggling coffee/lunch.
Funny place this ……..
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Out on my bikes on beaches, canal paths, nature reserves and country lanes dog walkers and other cyclists get a hello or the cyclist's nod.
Likewise other walkers if I'm out in the country.
In the city? Nope, unless I actually know you.
Sod's law of course that the really annoying nerdy bloke who lives round the corner and loves bending people's ears is always coming out of his house just as I go past.
My wife remarked the Welsh are much happier to chat to strangers than people in the midlands, maybe it's a Welsh thing
I also notice other people not paying attention to their surroundings much more. Most people in cities seem to exist in their own oblivious bubble.
Mindfulness doesn't exist .......people are far too wrapped into their own coccoons .
In fact,if you were to stop and chat to a stranger at a bus stop you would be eyed with some suspicion until the ice was well-broken.
Get on reasonably well with the neighbours after being here for nearly seven years now, and with the neighbours before that. Never been invited into anyone's home for a meal or a beer or anything, but we'll exchange home grown fruit and veg when we have a surplus, borrow each other's jump leads, that sort of thing.
It's not like the village I used to live in in Cheshire (Bollington) where we'd all go round each other's places, babysit for each other, etc, but it's friendly enough and much more friendly than where we used to live in Nottinghamshire.
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Firstly people are generally as friendly as you are.
Secondly...
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Always dangerous to assume you know what is (or isn't) going on inside someone else's head. I remember doing an installation at a lawyer's home office about ten years ago - he kept blathering on about how "you young people don't have any sort of inner life, no consideration of the world around you", blah blah blah. Ironically I'd tuned him out because he was a miserable old bore, and was thinking about more interesting things while I plugged colour-coded cables into colour-coded sockets.
It's also worth considering this; if no-one engages you in conversation, maybe it's because your conversation isn't very engaging. Mmm. Trite.
Well it is inherent. Think back to medieval or early times when bumping into someone on a deserted route (even if it was the main road to London), one quick way to assess any danger or probability of social disruption further afield would be to engage in vocal dialogue which would instantly tell you if the person was local, educated in a certain way or had the dialect of a certain class of society. You wouldn't have to ask a name or their standing in society or their originating location - that brief interlude would give up that information instantly.
As such it has become not only polite manners, but an instinctive precaution and act of self preservation.
I have also notes the effect of getting on a tube has on everyone, as a member of a visiting bunch of partying young men getting on a tube made them all hang thier heads and go quite for the duration of the ride! Very noticable.
In my immediate locality i make a point of greeting folk passing, further afield I'm less forthcoming.
Next went to Newfoundland which is a small province in the East (5.5 hours by plane from the UK, imagine a snowy Ireland). It was disconcerting how friendly people were there, it would take me 45 minutes to go and buy a paper in the morning because everyone you walked past wanted to say hello (at best) or spend 20 minutes nattering about rubbish.
I remarked to someone there how friendly Canadians were, I mentioned the friendly Toronto folk and the woman cursed and screwed her face up, she said Toronto inhabitants were the rudest people on earth, even worse than those from Quebec. She looked genuinely pissed off that I liked them !
Makes sense really, they are lovely people but when you see how violent ice hockey is there is definitely some inter Canada antagonism going on !
They do that in Margate, usually because the bin-wankers have failed to turn up to collect it again.
Even though one side are noisy fuckers we try to keep the peace. They're also quite ungrateful after we take in their deliveries on a regular basis. Not once have we gotten a thank you. We use the same mechanic and the woman has her best mate's son in for guitar lessons so its not all bad. Sometimes they're a bit off-ish with us though, if they can see us venturing out or on our way back they'll quickly dart back into the house to avoid a conversation. Generally I think they prefer to keep themselves to themselves.
In London there's all sorts of weirdos so it depends who you come across. I've many conversations with some surprisingly pleasant randomers out and about. Met a bunch of friendly Welsh lads in Camden earlier this month, just sitting in the same area of seats in a packed venue. We were both going to see the same band.