This is not a blog post with a metaphor for new beginnings and opportunities.
This is about actual doors.
After 26 years of life, I have realised that people are different. But I was always brought up to open and close doors quietly. Push the handle. Twist the knob. If we slammed a door in anger, one of our parents would come in after us. My brother and I had multiple talkings to because of slamming the front door, because it made the threads in the light bulbs close by break and my parents would need to buy more. Not to mention, it’s loud. Slamming doors was not a good habit to have. My parents furthermore have always been the kind of people to nap after dinner, for as long as I can remember. And if we as kids were going out to play, coming in for a glass of water, et cetera, door slamming was disturbing.
I’ve never understood people’s need to just push doors closed rather than actually close the door. It doesn’t save much time.
That’s not to say I haven’t done so myself. Sometimes it’s easier to push the door closed with my foot, if I’m carrying things in both hands for instance. But those times are few and far between. I’d rather put my stuff down and then go and close the door.
I guess I just don’t understand people’s need to make more noise than necessary…