We have an abundance of imposters transitioning into adulthood in our world. Our boys are stalling out before they become young men, stuck eternally in some awkward transitioning phase. It used to be by the time a man made it to their mid twenties, they would have had enough life experience to know the right way to behave towards spouses, parents, siblings, co-workers, or even teammates. Somewhere along the way, the signal has been lost, and we’ve been too stupid to fix it.
I’m fascinated daily at the amount of armchair gentlemanhood* experts nowadays. Advice is so cheap to buy, I can get change back. I get intrigued when I hear boys “spittin’ truth bombs” about living life as a gentleman. Truthfully, my eyes glaze over and my stomach becomes nauseated at the mention of swag. For some inherent reason, I feel it necessary to interrupt. A man does not simply simmer on the sidelines when characteristics of gentlemanhood are questioned. My argument is well thought out and delivery is silky smooth with the same ending without fail: Walk like a gentleman, and curse like a nun.
My intentions aren’t to speak down from my high horse, but I assume that’s how it’s beginning to look. Scanning back over my past relationships there certainly are enough scars to support my inadequacy on the subject. I’m not saying that I wrote the book on how to act in difficult situations, but I do have some words of encouragement that support my claim. You will never regret acting like a gentleman. Be chivalrous, courteous, polite. Honor the people in your life and who you run into on the street and be respectful. Be realistic in your expectations and humble in your defeats. Wear the proper size clothing, with a belt. Be a decent human being 100% of the time. Man up boys, be a gentleman. And ask yourself this: How often does a nun curse?
*I’m not sure that’s a real word, but it should be.