I Hate Anonymity.

I hate anonymity. Nothing makes me more mad than people acting differently because they feel they will not, or can not, be held responsible for their actions. Like when I was jogging on the beach and a teenage girl on a bike barked at me, just to impress her equally mature friend. I pretended like I didn't even know what was going on, but what I really wanted to do was chase after her like a crazy, catch her and scream, "I HAVE A PHOBIA OF BARKS!" or something equally traumatizing.

Other such cases of negative anonymity include, but are not exclusive to; "the finger," the explicitives, the barking, the hoots and the hollers. Although, males feel that the hoots and hollers are enjoyed, such is not the case. Instead, try an approach, like "Hey do you live around here?" Back to my point, people act in societally inappropriate manners when they know they will not be called out.

It is also true in the opposite sense. Like the person that mailed me my driver's license when it fell out of my pocket, one Hussy filled eveing. Although I was extremely grateful to the thoughtfulness of the individual, the act was not without a P.R. attempt on that person's behalf. For they strategically included a note complete with the "do-gooders" phone number. Obviously, the individual was hoping for a whole-hearted thank you. But, I did not feel that a random act of kindness, like mailing back an I.D., deserved a personal phone call from a complete stranger. Rather, this individual should have gained enough personal satisfaction from doing a "random act of kindness" and not have included their phone number and an obvious note stating, "I found your I.D."

What I do appreciate is people who do good deeds sans acknowledgement. Those are the true philanthropists. The ones that do good and hope no one finds out, because it is then that their actions can be misinterpreted for proving one's kindness and good intentions. For instance, the company I work for is in the process of researching how to donate to Habitat for Humanity, and have, thus far, not advertised this as a selling point of the company.

Still, we are all guilty of a little positive P.R., myself included. More so in the obvious of manners, like on dates, to bosses, to friends parents, etc. If we are void of the moments in the day to indulge in the vapid act of boasting of one's accomplishments, what's the point of doing them? No one is completely selfless. I don't care what you say. Even Mother Teresa and Gandhi were not without their ulterior motives. They might not be as obvious as a beauty pageants act of voluntarism, but they exist nonetheless. Call me cynical. Call me a hussy. Just don't call me green.