You might think that someone bending over backwards would please me. That the offer, desire, frantic need to be low dog on the totem pole, servant beyond reason, humble past endurance, would make someone lovable to me, but it does not.
That need to stand when others sit, to carry everyone's food to the table, to drive others to the door then park the car blocks away and walk back, should elicit some kind of admiration, or at least appreciation on my part, but it does not.
Maybe because it is blended with a need to appear long suffering and down trodden. Maybe because it is coupled with a disdain for ordinary good fare and simple obedience to the rules of the road others consider normal. Maybe because I have the feeling they are bending over backwards to kiss their own behind.
When the desire to please supersedes normal behavior I find it suspect..
A person willing to morph into the lowest common denominator in spite of being brought up differently feels less than honest to me. It is as if their willingness to wait on me is to prove something and I'm not sure what it is. There is something terrifying in the two faced person I see smiling at me out of the side of their overly humble face like a person who can be passive aggressively evil.
I guess maybe it boils down to the fact that I do not trust obsequious people.
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