This thread is a rather interesting study in human social behavior.
I’m noting some people’s usage of the word “rude” seems to be “anything that inconveniences me”.
When you make a request of someone, you’re acknowledging the fact that they have free will, and the right to make a choice, and that whatever polite response you get is acceptable. That’s why it is a request. Because you come into the situation needing something from someone else, something which you acknowledge belongs to them, be it their time, their personal space, their perfectly natural right to sit in a chair of their choosing, or their possession. When you enter into a situation like that, you’ve already surrendered the right to harass the person further when they’ve given you their response back.
This principle is at work in any number of examples:
Let’s say I have a dollar, I’m going to the store to buy a candy bar. The drunk who hangs out illegally in front of the store asks me for some change. Yes, I have a dollar’s worth of disposable income. But it belongs to me and your request is not an emergency. If you ask me for change and I say “no”, I do not need to explain myself to you. My dollar belongs to me, not you. You’ve asked for it, and I’ve politely said no. If you get upset at me, you’re the one being rude. Because you’re not making a request, you’re making a DEMAND. Civilized people (and especially people who are not being rude) do not make demands. They ask politely. They accept the response given.
I have a seat on the bus. An able-bodied person wants the seat nearest the window, which I am sitting in. They request that I get up out of my seat and give it to them. This is not an emergency situation, no one is going to die or even be severely inconvenienced if I say “no”. So, when I say “no”, that is my right. No rudeness has happened yet- not your request, and not my response. If you continue to badger me for the seat, that means your request was not a request, it was a demand. No was not the answer you would have accepted, therefore you weren’t really asking me for a favor, you were telling me what to do as if I were a thing that belonged to you. As such, you can politely go fuck yourself.
I do not owe you an explanation. I do not owe you my seat. I do not owe you the dollar in my pocket. I do not owe you room and board in my house. I do not owe you the time of the fucking day. At this point, I don’t owe you the courtesy of verbal contact. Once I’ve declined your request, and you’ve arrogantly and presumptively decided that my answer wasn’t good enough for you, your highness, then you’ve become a non-person. You are a petulant child, screaming because after you knocked the ice cream out of another kid’s hands, you’ve dropped your own, and you feel bad. I know it hurts. But sometimes bad things happen to bad people. It’s just too fucking bad. You’ll live, and you’ll get over it, or you’ll continue to be a whiny petulant child who is butthurt by the concept of other people. Society and politeness compel me to dignify your selfish requests with a polite response. Some requests are absurd on the face of it, and you should feel bad for asking. Telling me to move when there are other seats to sit in means you’ve got it in your head that everyone else on the planet is here to provide for your comfort.
I know it’s utterly fucking baffling, the concept of other people not being obligated to acquiesce to every demand you make of them. It just eats you up inside and turns your whole fucking world upside down. The arrogance of other people to want to have the things they’re entitled to and that you are not entitled to! How dare they not do whatever you want them to do all the time! Why, why… they’re… RUDE!!! Yes, that’s it. They’re “rude”. They’re a definition of rude that only applies when the word is uttered by someone who has no concept of their own rudeness, so they project and label everyone else as rude.
You know how I got my dollar, you loitering drunk? I earned it, and now I’m going to spend it on me. You want a dollar so you can buy booze? You’ve got two options- you can ask people for money and accept the word “no” as an answer, or you can ask people for a job, and also accept the word “no” as an answer. If you can’t hold down a job because you’re a drunk, wait a while. Eventually the lack of money will prevent you from buying and consuming booze, and you’ll no longer be a booze hound. It’s amazing! You want to sit where I’m sitting? Let me tell you how I managed to claim such a nice seat. When I got there, it was not occupied. So what you have to do, is arrive at a time when the seat is not occupied, numb nuts. This is some really complicated shit.
Oh, you would like me to do a personal favor for you?
I might not be inclined to do a personal favor for you. Maybe you’re morbidly obese and you smell like the inside of an elephant’s anus, and I don’t want your fat rolls spilling into my seat. Maybe you’ve got the personality of a paramecium, and the way you phrased your request revealed you to be an enormous pus-filled bloody dickhead. And you know what? That means it’s not your lucky goddamn day. But there’s some good news. You now have a wonderful new opportunity: You now get to turn yourself around, and go home, and take a long shower, grab the largest dildo you can find, and shove it up your ass. That is now your privilege. You may do so with gusto, if you wish. With or without the lubrication of your choosing. I would not presume to tell you what brand to use, or what color dildo you should prefer. Because that would be too presumptuous of me. It’s frankly none of my goddamn business. So if I asked you very politely to use the red dildo on yourself this time, and you chose to use the black one on yourself, you know what? There’s not a goddamned thing I can say about it, because you get to choose how you get to go fuck yourself. That is your sacred right. Just like it’s my sacred right to tell you I’m not getting up for you unless you’re in a wheelchair or I’m feeling particularly generous today. We all have our boundaries, and I do you the courtesy of respecting yours. The way you plow yourself in the ass is your business. I promise you, I won’t get involved- just as long as you don’t feel too entitled to the seat I’m sitting in, the money in my pocket, or anything else that doesn’t already belong to you, I don’t care what phallic objects penetrate you between your seat cushions.
If we are crystal clear about this concept, you may continue to be a bloody cunt to people who decline your arrogant requests. But I don’t have to give you the time of day.