"God Bless You"

Yesterday, while washing my dishes I had some dust go into my nose and I sneezed.  A profound sneeze too.  Accustomed to a response of a "Bless you" after sneezing, I stood there waiting for my roommate, who was studying in the kitchen table, to respectfully say "Bless You" but all I could hear was his fingers typing away as he concentrated on writing his paper that was probably due the next morning.  I proceeded to say "THANK YOU" loudly in disbelief as he ignored my sneeze.  He slightly turned his head towards me and gave me a look that made me question my expectations of a response to my sneeze and made me realize the foolishness behind this traditional response.  I was still alive!  The devil hadn't taken over my body nor had my heart stop beating!   Why did I need some acknowledgment of my sneeze?  I guess we all adapt to society's customs and traditions, something I'm compelled to say keeps us from moving forward from old understandings, points of view and old fashion traditions.  By the way, I'm sorry but don't expect me to say "Bless You" next time you sneeze.  I'm over that.  I'm moving forward.