when you finish an art,do you hope that someone say"you are really a genius"?when you meet a stranger,would you like he say "you are really pretty"?when you encounter a foreigner whose language you have learned,will you glad to hear "your foreign language is really great"?of course we like to be praised,but sometimes they are just a polish apple,because people think it's courteous. [/list]

I get annoyed when people say "Hi, how are you?" when you're passing by. "Hi" would suffice and it's not as though you really have time to explain how you feel at the moment in the 5 seconds you'll have, which is why you have to reply with the obligatory "good, and you?".

Along the same vein if I ever compliment someone or thank someone it's because I actually mean it. Which may seem a little rude but I'd rather come off rude than rude and insincere.


Boy, you can see I'll be depressed all my life can't you

i hate empty compliments..............

I thought this was a purely american convention?

My friend was talking with a German immigrant one time and the man said "I do not understand why people ask how I am doing when just passing by, we don't do that in Germany." or something along those lines. It came off as rude to him to ask in passing, because he would be ready for a full conversation when we just use it as a stop-go deal.

I don't really like doing it, but still do it anyway. Generally my conversation with anybody while I'm in a hurry is "hello, how are you? good to hear, catch you later".

Eh.

We do it, though it's usually used to initiate a full blown conversation in the street.

I love people pointlessly praising me.

I get annoyed at parties or something when people ask me things they don't really want a long answer for. I always give long winded explainations to everything, so I end up feeling either frustrated at this "Uhm. Good." or feeling out of place for saying what really happened.

With me it's a one way street. I don't ask people how they are in passing. But they ask me.

So the conversation goes:

"Hi Cass! I haven't seen you in ages"
"yeah g'day"
"How are you?"
"Fucking fantastic mate"
"ok bye"
"later homie"

Yeah, I have a personal aversion to small talk...why ask how someone is if you don't want to sit and listen to them tell you how they really are? Thus I have for most of my life avoided such pleasantries...however, my mom informs me that people find my behaviour rude and antisocial, and of course I wouldn't want to be accused of that...

At parties, the more I drink, the more intresting and the more I care about someone's else's problems.


I always say what's up at work because when you talk and socialize with people, it makes the day go by better and faster. I lot of the management ask those sorts of questions. I try to respond because a large percentage of management is people skills and that's what the work with.

I just get drunk at work. It makes it much more interesting.

I can't even have a beer at lunch.

Fucking fascist fags.

That sounds bad, indeed.

Polish apple?

Yesterday I met a guy that looks like Cass*, but we didn't have anything to talk about because I expected him to start talking about cunts or drinking.

/unrelated


Obviously, the real Cass is much more attractive.

Obviously.

I like apples.

I know a Pole that likes apples.

I know an apple that likes poles...

is polish apple some idiomatic phrase I've never heard of?
curse me and my failure with the English language.

polished apple I suspect.

Speaking of the appearance vs qualities and whatnot.

Shit, don't you people speak foreign?

I kept thinking polish apple as in an apple from Poland. Then thought, Polish people must be very sneaky, as are their apples.

So do I. In fact, a polished apple never even occured to me.

I'm not much of a "how are you" person. I think it loses its value when you get it asked by every bloody retail person, yet they don't care at all how you are.

One time some stranger asked me how I was, I wasn't expecting it so I said "yes". Then he looked down muddled and said "yes?".

Hey, the polished apple deal reminds me of a story. Who here has heard the story of how Donald Trump got rich?

Well, when he was a little boy, his dad gave him an apple. And he sined it and polished it until it shone like a ruby, then sold it to a woman on the street for the price of two apples.

Then, he went to the grocery store and bought two apples. Little Donald took them home, and shone them until they were a gorgeous, resplendent red, and sold them both for the price of two apples each.

With that money, he went once more to the grocery store, and bought four apples, which he took home with him. He gathered the same old rag and polished and shone them with all of his might as before. Then, he went to the corner with his apples, and a woman passed by. She saw little Donald with his polished apples- and told him that his dad died and he jsut inherited a hojillion dollars.

ehehehe.

That's a good way to get rich. I'm gonna ask old Don to be my dad.