I’ve coined a phrase, it already exists in a roundabout sort of way but the existing phrase is some crap about consciousness and how society works within itself or some such hippy sounding bollocks. My phrase is ‘Social Awareness’. In my world it means having the first clue about what is going on around you. I’m going to have a rant about those who don’t. You know who the people with no social awareness are because you are a rational sensible human being and they are not. They most certainly don’t read my work, but if they did they would be reading it right now, on a tablet walking down the middle of the footpath not knowing you were trying to get past them.
Those with no social awareness sit beside you on a crowded train, open and start to eat a cheese and onion sandwich with no clue that the stink of it makes you feel a little bit sick. They clearly have no idea or they wouldn’t do it. It’s not because they don’t care, it’s because they are morons with no social awareness. If they are blokes they probably also sit on crowded trains with their legs so wide apart you start to wonder if they have giant testicles. What other reason would there be to have legs so widely spread? If they don’t have giant testicles and spread their legs so wide anyway they must just have no social awareness of what others think of them.
The person with no social awareness drives down a busy high street, window shopping from the car, stopping suddenly in the middle of the road when they see the shop they sought and you have to take drastic action to not crash into the car now stationery in front of you for no good reason!
You know when you are parked at a T-junction and someone approaches indicating to travel down the road you are parked on? If they had any social awareness at all they would wave or flash their lights for you to pull out and drive off as they approach to make both your lives easier. But they don’t so they go out of their way to manoeuvre around you as all they know is that they have the right of way rather than knowing what is the right thing to do. They also drive on country roads at 40 when the speed limit is 60 with a long queue of traffic behind them, which they aren’t bothered about as they personally are not in a hurry. They have no idea that 80% of the drivers of the cars behind them hope they will crash into a tree and catch on fire.
They sit in the fast lane of the motorway doing 70 and don’t feel any compunction to pull over as they are doing the speed limit. While this is legally right, it is socially wrong but they don’t know this because they have no social awareness. These are the same people who upon pulling into a motorway services will sit in the middle of the car park entry lanes deciding where to park while others about them fume. They will stand in your way in shop doorways deciding which way to go before choosing a cheese and onion sandwich for lunch. When they have finished their sandwich they will throw the wrapper out of the car window.
They walk about in shops talking on their mobile phones rather than being embarrassed that the general public can hear their conversation. When queuing for anything that requires payment they will wait until being advised of the amount to pay before searching for their purse or wallet. How can it only occur to them at that stage that they will need to produce some form of payment? Because they have no social awareness. Often they have no spacial awareness either. Especially in supermarkets. It somehow escapes their attention that other people are also using the supermarket. I was once selecting some cheese when a woman came and stood between me and the cheese to select her own. I was actually taking items off the shelf and she stood in the small space between me and what I was doing to make her own deliberations. Who does that?
One day in the same supermarket I was placing some wine in my trolley when an irate looking gentleman with red corduroy trousers approached and said….wait for it….”I say stop that, that’s my wine!” I continued putting the half dozen bottles into my trolley and pointed out that the wine was on a supermarket shelf which meant it probably wasn’t his wine. He accosted a shop hand and demanded he stop me from taking his wine. I said in my most polite manner “It’s was on the shelf mate, it’s not your wine, and it’s in my trolley now which means it’s my wine”. Do you know what he said next? No of course you don’t because I haven’t told you, but I will now. He said in a most strident manner…“Do you even live in this town?” As though residency of a particular town gave you more right to wine on the shelf than passers-by! I actually laughed out loud. I was concerned for a moment he might have a heart attack. An attack of the blusters would have been a great description of his tantrum. His face perfectly matched his trousers
I went and paid for my delicious wine. I had my wallet ready when the checkout lady asked for my money because I am socially aware. Mind how you go!