I have found a new pet peeve. I know that things shouldn't bother me, and believe me, I do realize that I am not going to lash out irrationally about such minor irritances.
A man came into the place where I work today. He was pretty big with one of those mustaches/goateeish things that takes daily maintenance which he does not give it. He had a bandanna on his head, undoubtedly to protect from the cold, but his overall appearance was that of motorcycle dude. This is not what bothered me. I am just fine with all sorts of people, really... What bugged me was that he called me sweetheart. I don't really like anyone calling me sweetheart. I remember the photographer at our school when I was in elementary school calling me sweetheart. It makes me shudder to this day. Other girls got off with equally terrifying names like cutie pie and cupcake.
The more I think about it, it isn't even the names themselves but that they seem to imply some sort of relationship. The problem I have is when strangers use these names. My friend Deborah and I call each other cutie pie and cupcake as joking names of friendship. But we know each other. My mother occasionally calls me sweetheart. That is okay. But complete strangers?
The type of relationships we have with people is very important. And what we call people reflects those relationships. I am glad to know that God calls me His child, His beloved, His bride...
2 comments:
You have also happened upon one of my peeves as well, of course mine is from a male perspective. We live in the South and a lot of the sales clerks and particularly waitresses call guys anything from honey to sweetie, or any number of other supposed terms of endearment. Now I have a few pet names for my wife but they are not her and their terms grate on my nerves.
The words that I long to hear some day is "Well done, good and faithful servant". But even that will be by His grace and not by my works. ec
Ahh, yes. I am definitely looking forward to that as a possibility. I hope for it.
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