#Courtesy

[dailymanners]

When boarding buses, or any sort of public transportation where you have to walk past a driver to board, always smile at and greet the driver as you're boarding.

It doesn't waste anyone's time, yours or the drivers, to smile and greet the driver, as chances are you probably have to pay or scan your pass which is going to take a second or two, about the amount of time it takes to smile and greet the driver.

When we don't look at or acknowledge the driver at all, this can make the driver feel dehumanized to not be acknowledged by other human beings all day. Being a bus driver is a difficult job, they have to do customer service AND deal with traffic all day. Bus drivers also face a lot of burn out because they are often treated poorly. The least you can do is humanize them by smiling at them and greeting them.

[ahedderick]

Manners matter. maybe.

Now that Son has moved out, we have family dinner on Monday nights. This includes Roommate. Last night I was reflecting on this, in comparison to dinners that I grew up with.

My parents managed to somehow occupy both ends of the spectrum of parenting. Practically speaking, this meant that one day I'd be a beloved child, so smart, so good looking, have a cookie, we'll buy you a pony - followed by screaming abuse, curses, I was the worst, most Ungrateful Childe ever, silent treatment. And so on and so forth.

They also had a sort of two-pronged approach to life in general. We lived on a farm, raising beef cattle. Being barefoot and mud-smirched in the garden, or in heavy boots, smeared with blood and cow manure in the barn, went side-by-side with expectations of perfect grammar and enunciation, Emily Post table-settings and manners, and the highest grades in school. It was, in a word, very weird. And honestly, the emphasis on elegant table manners, matching silverware/tableware/glasses, etc never really sat well with me. Manners at that level always struck me as ridiculous and fake. Especially in a damned farm kitchen.

Anyhoo. This is in my mind as I regard my own table. The plates matched, almost. Cups and silverware were a random assortment. Son was talking animatedly to my husband about forestry, K and I were chatting (my elbows were on the table, as they often are), and Roommate was hunched over his plate moving his fork up and down like a sewing machine needle. Ten hour shifts welding; he's hungry. Everybody was happy, engaged, and getting full of nutritious food.

That. That was all that mattered.

[danskjavlarna]

Source details and larger version.

Something to reflect upon: a collection of vintage mirrors.

[allthatispeculiar]

[zetaaa]

“Brienne,” he said, granting her the courtesy of the name in the hopes that she might listen, “if Lord Bolton holds Harrenhal, both the Trident and the kingsroad are likely watched.”

He thought he saw a touch of uncertainty in her big blue eyes. “You are under my protection. They’d need to kill me.”

They lay with lions - ASOS, Jaime I

[newyorkthegoldenage]

Summer streetcar (open windows) on 125th St., 1946. Also vintage: someone helping a mother and small child down from the vehicle.

Photo: Todd Webb via the Todd Webb Archive

[fotos-art]

Imogen Cunningham

Magnolia Blossom

1925

gelatin silver print

Bank of America Collection

© 2024

Imogen Cunningham Trust / Courtesy

[jadeseadragon]

Repost @baytal.fann

"Adab is a beautiful concept in Arab and Muslim culture, embodying the essence of humanity through its focus on ethics, respect, and compassion. It transcends mere etiquette, encompassing a holistic approach to interactions with others, oneself, and the environment. This multifaceted concept encourages individuals to engage with kindness and humility, promoting a culture of empathy and understanding. 

The emphasis on adab nurtures relationships, whether with family, friends, or strangers, by fostering a sense of belonging and community. Its beauty lies in the way it transforms mundane interactions into opportunities for meaningful connections, reflecting a deep-rooted appreciation for the intrinsic value of every individual.

Furthermore, adab serves as a guiding principle in the pursuit of personal and spiritual growth. In a world often characterized by haste and superficiality, the cultivation of adab invites individuals to pause and reflect on their actions, encouraging mindfulness in every aspect of life. This self-awareness not only enhances personal character but also aligns one’s behavior with the core values of Islam, such as justice, integrity, and compassion.

Through the lens of adab, the pursuit of beauty transcends the physical realm, manifesting in the grace and integrity of human interactions."

This post was created by @poetryandgahwa

[philosophybits]

We may scatter the seeds of courtesy and kindness around us at so little an expense. Some of them will inevitably fall on good ground, and grow up into benevolence in the minds of others, and all of them will bear fruit of happiness in the bosom whence they spring.

Jeremy Bentham, Deontology or, The Science of Morality

[dailymanners]

If you take the bus, wave to the driver and thank them as you're getting off the bus.

Being a bus driver is an underappreciated and difficult job but still very vital to society. They still have to do customer service and deal with rude and even aggressive passengers, and on top of that have to deal with traffic and other drivers all day (and let's face it, there's a lot of bad drivers out there who aren't considerate about sharing the road). All while providing an invaluable service of getting us where we need to go. Showing them some appreciation can go a long ways for someone doing such an important job that usually gets little to no recognition or thanks.

[misterlemonztenth]

07-06-24 | 1,000 deer are graciously treated and fed by the tens of thousands of visitors to the Nara Deer Park near Kyoto, Japan. misterlemonztenth.tumblr.com/archive

[feralchaton]

"Be courteous to all but intimate with few; and let those few be well tried before you give them your confidence."

George Washington

[blueeyesfilledwithpassion]

Discipline 🩶

The discipline of strength instills resistance without complaint, and also teaches courtesy. It demands that we not ruin the pleasure or serenity of others through the expression of our own sadness or pain.

Inazo Nitobe

[thewaysoundtravels]

(You're Not Alone [feat. Erika de Casier & August Rosenbaum] by Courtesy)

A sensitively covered track, bringing the lyrics to the fore in a way that not's dissimilar to the original by Olive but due to the original's dance beats pushes the vibe into different territory on par with Everything But The Girl.

Full EP - https://soundcloud.com/courtesy707/sets/fra-eufori and https://kulorco.bandcamp.com/album/courtesy-fra-eufori

[agentrouka-blog]

I actually find it sweet that Alayne and Myranda didn't made fun of Wallace stutter. Alayne even helped him. Also during the feast he tried to make Alayne laugh like his nephew but failed to do. Alayne then leads the conversation to balance the situation. In this case a maiden helping and rescuing a knight. I could picture a scenario where Jon is dancing with Sansa but feeling awkward while Sansa tried to ease the tension.

Yes, I really like the interaction between them, and what it likely leads up to. Sansa isn't particularly impressed with him, but she is very much trying to take the pressure off for him.

Ser Wallace reddened. "I am no more a s-squire, my lady. My n-nephew knows full well that I was k-k-kni-k-k-kni—" "Dubbed?" Alayne suggested gently. "Dubbed," said Wallace Waynwood, gratefully. Robb would be his age, if he were still alive, she could not help but think, but Robb died a king, and this is just a boy. (...) After that Ser Roland Waynwood swept her up and made her laugh with mocking comments about half the other knights in the hall. His uncle Wallace took a turn as well and tried to do the same, but the words would not come. Alayne finally took pity on him and began to chatter happily, to spare him the embarrassment. When the dance was done she excused herself, and went back to her place to have a drink of wine. (TWOW, Alayne I)

Sansa, who cares a lot for social graces, tends to be a bit judgy when it comes to others lacking the talent for them:

Podrick Payne had changed as well, and looked almost a proper squire for once, although a rather large red pimple in the fold beside his nose spoiled the effect of his splendid purple, white, and gold raiment. He is such a timid boy. Sansa had been wary of Tyrion's squire at first; he was a Payne, cousin to Ser Ilyn Payne who had taken her father's head off. However, she'd soon come to realize that Pod was as frightened of her as she was of his cousin. Whenever she spoke to him, he turned the most alarming shade of red.

"Are purple, gold, and white the colors of House Payne, Podrick?" she asked him politely. (ASOS, Sansa IV)

She is unfailingly polite in those cases and tries to ease the flow of the social interaction.

But Sansa does have a bit of a wicked streak that goes back to her friendship with Jeyne and continues with Margaery and later Myranda, when it comes to making fun of others. (Arya certainly remembers her own unkind nickname, which Sansa may not have used but certainly tolerated.)

 Arya had seen them in the bailey a hundred times; the Redwyne twins, Ser Horas and Ser Hobber, homely youths with orange hair and square, freckled faces. Sansa and Jeyne Poole used to call them Ser Horror and Ser Slobber, and giggle whenever they caught sight of them. They did not look funny now. (AGOT, Arya V)

She even does it herself at Harry:

"Saffron?" Alayne tried not to laugh. "Truly?"

Ser Harrold had the grace to blush. "Her father says she is more precious to him than gold. He's rich, the richest man in Gulltown. A fortune in spices."

"What will you name the babe?" she asked. "Cinnamon if she's a girl? Cloves if he's a boy?"

That almost made him stumble. "My lady japes." (...)

"Little pointy beard and all?" Alayne laughed. (...) "I hope you joust better than you talk." For a moment he looked shocked. But as the song was ending, he burst into a laugh. "No one told me you were clever."

Sansa's is not above transcending the rules of courtesy but her own mockery is usually aimed at people at or above her own status. We never see her mock or laugh at someone below her station. She never laughs at Wallace even when Roland mocks him, because his "flaw" is fully outside his own control. Harry, though, is fair game because he's The Heir and behaved rudely toward her.

Wallace seems like the kind of guy who - like Podrick Payne - she is still prone to underestimating because they don't create an impressive image at first glance. She pities Podrick, but Brienne gets to see his ingenuity and bravery. Sansa is kind to Wallace but she is likely to come to admire him and learn to look closer beyond just offering a smooth path past a superficial weakness. I think Wallace will do something impressive, like @powderpowderblue has speculated!

Here's hoping that Sansa will take that insight into the future and step up a bit more to curb instances of mean-spirited mockery when she has the power to do it.

Though if she and Jon stumble over an especially mockable enemy together, all bets are likely off.

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Your image of Jon on the dance floor is making me laugh!

Sansa: Awww, Jon is being awkward and sullen, I bet he hates dancing. Let me make some light conversation to ease his nerves!

Jon:

"Oh," said Sansa Jon. I am talking to him her, and he's she's touching me, he's she's holding my arm and touching me. (ASOS, Sansa I TWOW, The Awkward Bastard)

Sansa: Poor little lamby, he really can't wait for this social situation to end. I'll do the talking for both of us to spare him this torment.

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Courtesy - You’re Not Alone Vocals by Erika de Casier Vocal production by Erika de Casier Keys by August Rosenbaum Produced by Najaaraq Vestbirk Written by Tim Kellett, Robin Taylor-Firth Mixed and mastered by Joel Krozer / Six Bit Deep