Why the Hell do so Many People Get Offended so Easily?
By khaula mazhar on November 30, 2015
Seriously. I get that some people really go out of their way to offend, in the name of freedom of speech, which will eventually lead me to write “Why the Hell do so Many People Like to Offend Others?” But it seems to have become a popular trend to get offended. At nothing. You may be thinking at this point that I too should join the “easily offended” category for getting offended… by people who get offended. Honestly I am not, but I am curious. I also want this problem to be solved because as if we don’t have enough problems already!
I feel the coming generations will be made up of young narcissistic people who are just getting their feelings hurt all the time. This of course will be great for the Pharmaceutical or Psychiatric industry, but not so great for the rest of the world. Why this rant?
Saturday night I attended a wedding. A traditional Pakistani wedding. If you have been to one you will realize how much I must have been looking forward to it. Friends, family, food and fun. When we got there I steered my offspring towards an empty table, because I needed seven seats, it was conveniently located right in front of me when we entered the banquet hall. We sat down and I waited for another part of my large, extended family to show up. I realized that some of us would end up standing or dragging chairs from wherever possible.
While we wait this young couple shows up with two little kids and sits at our table. Which is no big deal, early bird gets the worm, or chair in this case. Between the two of them, the young mom and dad try to handle their kids. And honestly the kids were not that much trouble, they sat relatively quietly and in one place. I thought back to when my own monsters where just a mass of squealing, squirming , hell raisers. They would never have sat that still. I award the young mom 10 points in my head. She must have done something right.
So time passes, the ceremony goes on etc etc. My mind is only on the food. Oh how I love food! My family shows up and I get up to greet them. My niece takes a couple of selfies with me and her mom, we chat, walk around, wander off to meet other guests. I end up at my table again to find my kids have had enough of sitting still and are now all over the place. The couple at our table have seemed to gone off somewhere as well, I don’t really notice. Dinner is served, we all make a dash. When I come back with my plate, my table is full. My family has found its way there and I am grateful to sit with them after such a long time. We are really noisy. We can’t stop laughing or talking for a minute. In the midst of this, the young mom comes back and eyes my large, noisy clan. She smiles at me,
“Your family is sitting here now?” she asks.
I smile back and say yes, although it is quite obvious, that yes my family is sitting here now. I am aware that somehow my family sitting at my table has not gone well with her. Which is silly, because she did not ask me to save her spot, she did not leave her things at the table and honestly I was not keeping tabs on her whereabouts. The icy look in her eyes tells me I should have been. Really.
We don’t notice her walk away and get back to our riot. She comes up right beside me, smiles, says “Salam”(greeting). Then she goes on a polite but shaming rant.
“You know I was sitting there, and that I have two little kids and what I hard time it is with little ones.”
She says all this with a smile on her lips and daggers in her eyes.
Without skipping a beat I answer, “yeah I know, I had five of them. I never made a big deal out of it though. I wasn’t here when you left so I didn’t know I was supposed to save your spot. If you really want I can ask my family to leave though.”
“No, of course not, I just wanted you to know.” Seriously, know what? That you can’t handle two kids?
I smile and insist that she join us and ask my niece to remove herself from martyr lady’s chair. At which point martyr lady must have realized she had picked the wrong person to be offended by. She walks away. To lick her wounds I suppose.
So the point of this entire anecdote where I got to talk about desi weddings and food is just really, why do we have these unrealistic expectations from others? Why do we feel as if we have been wronged by such little things? I am honestly sorry that martyr lady’s chair was hijacked by my niece, who by the way looked fab in her glitzy, red outfit. Had martyr lady asked me to save her spot I would have defended said chair with my life. But really? Her giving me a shaming because she had to find another spot and handle a kid?
Is that how we are going to raise our kids now? To start complaining because feelings have been hurt? My greatest worry is how these people are going to run the world tomorrow. The world is a tough place to live in, of course it is also beautiful and awesome, but our kids are not ever going to see that if they are too busy whining over imagined hurts. How are they going to handle the heavy stuff? Let’s please equip our kids to deal with problems, not whine about them. I am sorry if you are offended by this. Not really.
Khaula Mazhar
“I don’t suffer from insanity, but enjoy every minuteof it.” E. A. Poe
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