Classless: (adj) having no class
If beauty is in the eye of the beholder, then kindness may only dwell in the mind of God.
We seem to have an excuse for every occasion when we resort to crude behavior. At least I do. (Forgive me for speaking for you.)
Being rude is usually a by-product of a reaction which comes quickly. We just don’t train ourselves enough before going out in public.
Oh, yes–we must practice our humanity. It is needful for us to envision scenarios when we are offended, shut out of the moment, so we can have some idea what is going to pour forth from our personality.
We should be saying “I’m sorry” a whole lot less because we have taken into consideration the possibility of affrontation.
For after all, some of our fellow-travelers do not feel powerful unless we are weakened.
They don’t sense their value unless everyone around them has been put in the bargain bin.
And they don’t wish to be nice because they view it as a definable weakness.
If you don’t practice class, you will be classless. If you hang around with folks who insist that you don’t need to say, “Thank you” or “I appreciate that,” it’s only because they plan on starving you from that warmth coming from them.
My family often thinks I am silly, because in the process of any given evening, I may say, “thank you” a hundred and twenty times. As you consider how excessive that may be, I am musing over how I could do it more.
When I do something good, I make sure I enjoy it thoroughly, because stumbling around waiting for others to express their admiration is a formula for deep depression.
We are a classless society simply because we are waiting for someone else to start it up, and no one has taken the time to put the fuel in their engine to accelerate toward tenderness.