Is respect earnt? Or merely gained with age? I personally think respect should be earnt. Old people should not demand respect purely on the basis of age. I would not expect anyone to respect me until I had earnt it, and I expect everyone else to be the same. You should be polite etc to everyone, but that isn't the same as truely respecting them. This isn't about just the elderly who persume because they are 80 they are deserving of respect, it is about those who persume because they are wealthier, or perhaps in a higher position of power they deserve it. I wouldn't respect the queen, I see no reason to she was born into her position. Respect is something which should be earnt, worked for. It's a privelege not a right.
I think everyone should respect people. You don't have to like someone, but they still deserve respect. I'm not saying I'm a kiss ass, but just some respect..Yes sir, no ma'am. Opening doors for people, that stuff.
That's what I meant when I said people should still be polite hug-a-tree. By respect I mean proper, true respect. You can be polite to someone but not respect or value their opinion etc. I definately am not saying we should turn our backs on being polite to people, personally, I am very strict on people who I find to not bother with even the basics such as holding a door open for an older person, or saying your "Ps and Qs". They're such simple things to do.
respect should be something we automatically have for other people, even other animals and the environment around us. we should have respect for what we already are, then add more to those that you know have earned it personally. i always give everyone the benefit of a doubt, until shown otherwise. i like this statement.
Respect walks hand in hand with envy. When somebody has something a sucker wants, then the sucker wants to know how to get it. ---
fucking punk ass kids should learn respect for their elders instead of heckling OAPS as they walk down the streets, sometimes i wish assualt was legal cos i batter the fuckers
OH, okay. Well I understand that people have different opinions then me and I try to respect everyones opinion but I don't always agree. But that's pretty much what your saying. Yes, true respect. You mean like when they say something you'd listen-like really pay attention- and you could tell them anything because you know that they'd care. Like that kind of respect? There's a quote that's something like that..."It takes years to build up respect, and seconds to distroy it." I actually think it was "trust" but it goes both ways.
the way i see it there is nothing mroe important than respect and respect is definately earned earned for your own satisfaction and should be earned for others as well
Why then immitate what you fail to respect? That's what you seem to me to have been up to here for the last 739 days, so I'd appreciate your insight into that. ---- RH.
Since I do not think that "Immitation is the sincerest form of flattery", your question is artificial to me. As for immitation as such -- many of my posts here are examples of post-modernistic thinking. Hence all the fluidity, abrupt intimacy interrupted with corrupt hostility (and this very reply is still an example of post-modernism), plays of words, quotations, paraphrasings, showing off, coolness, and all through this, an inherent relativism, a discrepancy between words and actions, a painful uncertainty about identity -- my own and that of others. Have you read anything by Jorge Louis Borges? "The name of the rose" by Umberto Eco? Seriously. This is not something I could just snap out of. I wish I could, but it seems self-sabotaging. So perfectly self-sabotaging. And it feeds on what it produces, like a never-ending loop. This is why I ask, along with Hamlet: Now, whether it be Bestial oblivion, or some craven scruple Of thinking too precisely on the event, A thought which, quarter'd, hath but one part wisdom And ever three parts coward, I do not know Why yet I live to say 'This thing's to do;' Sith I have cause and will and strength and means To do't. Examples gross as earth exhort me. ... And thus the native hue of resolution Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought, And enterprises of great pith and moment With this regard their currents turn awry, And lose the name of action.
A shorter version: "Our doubts are traitors, and make us lose the good we oft might win, by fearing to attempt." (Measure for Measure: Act I, Scene IV) Your doubts are artificial to me, seriously. ---- RH
My doubt is of the World at large, around me, a want of trust for humanity. That which I would discover The law of friendship bids me to conceal. (The Two Gentlemen of Verona 3.1.5-6, Proteus to the Duke) Why waste a doubt on myself when there is already more than enough out there to spoil my chances, and more than enough out there to doubt me? I was never short of reasons to detest what I am, he that my parents made of me, but I learned to live with it. When disliked I know why, well enough, but let it rather be proved at large, respect won or lost, for better or for worse. What a horribly spoiled luxury your self-sabotage is, your failing to snap out, so safely esconced beyond the pixels in your own little fantasy World. Others in the World have enemies at their door, for real, armed and angry, with no time but to fear for their very lives, snap in or die. --- RH.
It appears we come from completely different backgrounds. It has been instilled into me, with physical force, that the world is good and right, and I am bad and wrong. I was beaten, or at least severely scolded if I didn't succomb to others. Only in rare flashes does it occur to me to think differently. I always had troubles understanding where they get crime statistics -- people are good, so who is that murders, steals, rapes? This, inspite seeing in my home, on a daily basis, the traces of violence, the broken things, the bruises and scars. My father's aunt was in prison for killing a boy who stole their apricots. She put a wire on the tree, and connected it to electricity, and the next time the boy came to get the apricots (it was the son of her relatives who were visiting there), he got electrocuted. When I see this woman, I just can't grasp it. I am blind like this, it takes me a lot to make the connection between a crime and a person.
