Crude: (adj) lacking culture, refinement, tact
The reason the Golden Rule is so glimmering is that it involves us in each situation by requesting that we consider how we would feel if we were placed in the dilemma. Of course, you don’t have to do that.
No one is being executed for breaking the Golden Rule.
(Dare I say, there are some folks who would applaud you for ignoring it.)
But it reminds me of when I was a teenager in search of adventure in a community that may once have been a one-horse town but ended up selling the nag.
I usually got the car on Saturday nights.
Gasoline was cheap. So I drove around for a long time until I picked up a friend or two. Then we went out and tried to get in just enough trouble that we could escape at the last moment, giving us the exhilaration of danger without the repercussions.
There was a lake right outside the town. I discovered a small, unpaved road that went right alongside the bank of this body of water for about a mile—with bumps, foliage and a sense of “what’s going to happen next?” in every direction.
The road was precarious and scary
After a mile it opened up to gravel, climbing an embankment and placed me onto a well-traveled highway.
We were so thrilled with our adventure that night, we decided to bring along a couple of girls the next Saturday night and do it again. Being adolescents and not having well-formed brains, we failed to recognize the ramifications of the huge rainstorm that occurred in the middle of the week.
So on Saturday night, all four of us, in my Impala, headed down toward this deserted path, only to discover that once we were about a quarter of a mile into the excursion, the region that had once been bumpy, with holes, was now flooded.
There was no way to back up, so stupidly, I decided to go forward into the watery muck.
And, you guessed it—got stuck.
This incident happened long before Triple A and cell phones existed. We realized that unless somebody was going to walk back to civilization, which was about five miles, we were going to have to get out of this predicament on our own. (This included the young ladies who had come along for a lark, and now were on the deck of the Titanic.)
It took an hour of pushing, rocking, splashing, our clothes completely mud-splattered, to get free, but finally we escaped and were safely on the highway again.
It was crude.
For you see, crude is often that pursuit of adventure or comedy that soon must go too far to provide entertainment.
Crude is failing to use your sensibility and sensitivity to provide a safe haven for your friends to come and enjoy your fellowship.
Crude is forgetting the better parts of being a human and settling for jungle fever.
Crude is when, for some reason or another, we just decide to be a rude dude.