Tag Archives: Etiquette

Derailure to Communicate.

27 Feb

Interrobang!?*

Pardon my puntification.

Sorry.  I just couldn’t stop.

I’m all done now.  Let’s carry on as though that didn’t happen.  Thank you.

I know a few folks who seem to be experts in this sort of derailing, and sometimes it can be difficult to determine if they are being unintentional asshats, are just not savvy in the realm of interpersonal communications, are intentionally gaslighting you (link to a fantastic piece on The Good Men Project), or are disordered something-paths or narcissists that only dwell in their own little realm of precision asshattery (or assmillinery.  Yes, I know a few that not only make their own hats but they trim, bedazzle, bejewel, and embroider their asshats to dazzle and confuse unsuspecting people trying to communicate and generally live with them.)

This is a fantastic piece that came to my attention, awhile back, courtesy of The Perorations of Lady Bracknell.  I am sharing this version, as it originally appeared and now, thankfully, appears on Bird Of Paradox.  The website, Derailing For Dummies, is back online, but I can’t seem to find this particular piece native on their site/blog.

I hope it brings some clarity and awareness of communication etiquette, be it your own or that of someone who is a serial derailor (derailetor?).

Even the most adept communicator can benefit from this gem.

Here’s the link:

Derailing For Dummies (reconstructed from Google Cache, by BirdOfParadox.Wordpress.com)

Cheers,

B.

*Stylized Interrobang ink by Matt Lackey at Howl Gallery Fort Myers, Florida.  I’ve had this for over a year.  I like the versatility of the interrobang.  I also have an asterisk to tell folks that there is more to my story.

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Love is blind – Marriage is the eye-opener

13 Dec

Look Me In The Eye: Love is blind – Marriage is the eye-opener.

Is it ever!  Phew. I’ve been running this marathon for 11 years (with 4 years spent prepping for that marathon.  Needless to say, prepping for a marathon with running on a treadmill is a completely different sport than running an actual marathon.  And yes, I feel that “Heartbreak Hill” applies to this metaphorical marathon as well.  And no, I don’t actually run on anything except for my sentences.  Bah-dum-dum-tsch.)

Click the link above for a fantastic piece by David Finch, who guest-blogged this post on John Elder Robison’s blog.  Fantastic writing and I found myself nodding my head so much that I feel like I’m still nodding my head, minutes after I stopped reading and nodding.  Capisce?  Good.

Enjoy.

xo

Bek

p.s. David Finch’s book “Journal of Best Practices” is coming out on January 3, 2012.  You can preorder it here:  Amazon.com

Waiting room etiquette

28 Nov

1. Under no circumstances should you file your finger nails in the waiting room, or more generally, in public.

I might lose my last marble. Aspie meltdown or throwing a face at the perp are moments away.

What a horrible sound. Wishing someone would talk loudly on their cell phone to drown it out.

Gahhh for the love of Pete!  This is up there with nails on chalkboard.

(I got through it ok.  Hours later I can still hear that sckritz-sckritz-sckritch. The woman had filed her nails for 45 minutes before the nurse finally called me in to take my vitals.  I should have said something but reminded myself that I could blog it instead… Hooray for wifi at my doc’s office! Reminding myself that I am not the a-hole/d-bag whisperer.  Om.)

Sckritch sckritch.

Just don’t do it in public.  Please.

Mercy buckets.

B

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