Dear Poor Lucky Me,<\/p>\n
I just turned 40 this year, and I’ve really started to feel like I’ve grown up.\u00a0 It’s like I’m coming into my own skin, you know what I mean?\u00a0 I thought it would freak me out a lot more than it has, which is a great relief.<\/p>\n
The problem is I want people who are younger than me or who don’t know me to address me as Mr ________.\u00a0 Why does everyone call me by my first name?\u00a0 Can’t they say Mr_______ and let me say “Oh Please call me (my first name)”.\u00a0 I never would have thought that this would bother me, but maybe it’s because I always assumed that a bit of formality would be a given.\u00a0 I still call my parents’ friends Mr and Mrs. because it’s polite and no skin off my back.<\/p>\n
Am I just a tight ass?\u00a0 I don’t think I am in any other area of my life!<\/p>\n
Signed,<\/p>\n
Mr ___________<\/p>\n
\u00a0<\/p>\n
Dear Mr_________,<\/strong><\/p>\n I don’t think that you wanting to be addressed respectfully means you are a tight ass.\u00a0 These things can be mutually exclusive.\u00a0 It’s like how I’m a fastidious hand washer but am casual about laundering my clothes.\u00a0 And apartment.\u00a0 And the rest of my body.\u00a0 And my car, which is filled with\u00a0Taco Bell wrappers and old newspapers.\u00a0 Because I sleep in there sometimes. \u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n It’s a shame that almost all etiquette and formality is gone from regular society.\u00a0 I can’t tell you how often I see discarded chicken bones on the sidewalk in my neighborhood.\u00a0 Think about it: people are eating pieces of chicken as they walk, then throwing the bones on the street.\u00a0 At first I thought these must be budding psychopaths or the criminally insane, but then I realized they’re just people who think that’s acceptable behavior.\u00a0 Actually, that’s a more frightening prospect then the idea of a few criminally insane chicken wing lovers touring Navy Pier.\u00a0 If it’s normal to eat food and throw the remains on the ground, it’s probably going to be tough to get people to call you Mr anything, unless it’s an insult.\u00a0 Like Mr Cock Face, for example.<\/strong><\/p>\n I wish I had a definitive way for you for right this wrong.\u00a0 Unfortunately, I think the best you can do is introduce yourself using your last name, and correct people who call you by your first name when you meet.\u00a0 Unfortunately, this method will make you look like a tight ass, but who cares?\u00a0\u00a0 When did it become a requirement that we’re all cool and laid back?\u00a0 Let’s leave being laid back to hippies and homeless people, and take a little pride in being a bit high maintenance.\u00a0 Maybe manners will come back in style and my dog’s side walk chicken bone diet will be reduced slightly.\u00a0 She’s getting very fat. <\/strong><\/p>\n Sincerely,<\/strong><\/p>\n Poor Lucky Me<\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Dear Poor Lucky Me, I just turned 40 this year, and I’ve really started to feel like I’ve grown up.\u00a0 It’s like I’m coming into my own skin, you know what I mean?\u00a0 I thought it would freak me out a lot more than it has, which is a great relief. The problem is I … Continue reading “Monday, March 23rd”<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-168","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.poorluckyme.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/168","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.poorluckyme.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.poorluckyme.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.poorluckyme.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.poorluckyme.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=168"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"http:\/\/www.poorluckyme.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/168\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3834,"href":"http:\/\/www.poorluckyme.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/168\/revisions\/3834"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.poorluckyme.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=168"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.poorluckyme.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=168"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.poorluckyme.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=168"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}