I really hate it when people expect me to be nice.
I’m not nice. I despise nice.
Oh, don't get me wrong...I'm not mean, or anything. In fact, for the most part I’m downright amicable and friendly. I harbour a genial goodwill towards my fellow human beings. I don’t wish anyone any harm (most of the time), and I treat others with the level of respect that I believe everyone should be given.
But that doesn’t make me nice. It makes me good.
And there is a WORLD of difference between being nice and being good.
Being nice means that you don’t rock the boat. It means that you lay down for people because you don’t like conflict. To be nice means you hold back from telling people how you really feel, or what they really need to hear.
To be nice is to be cowardly.
That’s why nice guys finish last. They’re too scared to finish anywhere else.
To be good, however…that’s a whole different story.
Good guys are like the tortoise in the story. They may not lead the pack, but they run a good race. They don’t take shortcuts. They don’t do steroids. And they don’t club the hare to death the night before the meet. They race fairly, but fearlessly.
This may not always get them first prize, but at least they can look in the mirror when it’s all said and done.
Good guys don’t go looking for a fight, but they won’t back down from one, either. When they see someone in distress, they’ll help. But they’re not suckers. They’ll lend a hand, but won’t give hand-outs.
Here’s where all of this is coming from.
In the past, I’ve been told that I’m confrontational. I’ve been given nicknames like “Snaps” and told that I’m “full of rage”. All because I don’t put up with other people’s bullshit.
This baffles me.
Why would I sit there and take it if I’m being antagonized? What does that gain? Isn’t it better to be honest with people when I don’t like what’s going on? Doesn’t speaking my mind actually prevent me from being filled with rage?
Aren’t we taught in kindergarten that we’re supposed to tell the truth?
I thought so.
So here’s the truth. For the most part, I think the world and the Universe it sits in is a glorious place. I am constantly fascinated by my fellow human beings. There are people in this world that I love with my whole heart, and who I would do anything for. I think that my life is a gift, and I’m tremendously thankful for every moment I get of it.
But sometimes, the world pisses me right off.
And when it does, I’m want to talk about it. I promise that I won’t complain at length. I will rant, solve my problem, and move on.
I won’t take my frustrations out on other people, or be a bully to anyone who is at a disadvantage.
I won’t go looking for trouble, but I’ll certainly deal with it, if it comes looking for me. I will deal with the bullies of the world with a firm but fair hand. I won’t start fights, but I’ll finish any that come my way.
I will speak my mind, and listen to others when they speak theirs.
In short, I will always be good.
But please don't expect me to be nice.
Okay…rant’s over. Time to get back to my regularly scheduled life.
Jim out.
But that doesn’t make me nice. It makes me good.
And there is a WORLD of difference between being nice and being good.
Being nice means that you don’t rock the boat. It means that you lay down for people because you don’t like conflict. To be nice means you hold back from telling people how you really feel, or what they really need to hear.
To be nice is to be cowardly.
That’s why nice guys finish last. They’re too scared to finish anywhere else.
To be good, however…that’s a whole different story.
Good guys are like the tortoise in the story. They may not lead the pack, but they run a good race. They don’t take shortcuts. They don’t do steroids. And they don’t club the hare to death the night before the meet. They race fairly, but fearlessly.
This may not always get them first prize, but at least they can look in the mirror when it’s all said and done.
Good guys don’t go looking for a fight, but they won’t back down from one, either. When they see someone in distress, they’ll help. But they’re not suckers. They’ll lend a hand, but won’t give hand-outs.
Here’s where all of this is coming from.
In the past, I’ve been told that I’m confrontational. I’ve been given nicknames like “Snaps” and told that I’m “full of rage”. All because I don’t put up with other people’s bullshit.
This baffles me.
Why would I sit there and take it if I’m being antagonized? What does that gain? Isn’t it better to be honest with people when I don’t like what’s going on? Doesn’t speaking my mind actually prevent me from being filled with rage?
Aren’t we taught in kindergarten that we’re supposed to tell the truth?
I thought so.
So here’s the truth. For the most part, I think the world and the Universe it sits in is a glorious place. I am constantly fascinated by my fellow human beings. There are people in this world that I love with my whole heart, and who I would do anything for. I think that my life is a gift, and I’m tremendously thankful for every moment I get of it.
But sometimes, the world pisses me right off.
And when it does, I’m want to talk about it. I promise that I won’t complain at length. I will rant, solve my problem, and move on.
I won’t take my frustrations out on other people, or be a bully to anyone who is at a disadvantage.
I won’t go looking for trouble, but I’ll certainly deal with it, if it comes looking for me. I will deal with the bullies of the world with a firm but fair hand. I won’t start fights, but I’ll finish any that come my way.
I will speak my mind, and listen to others when they speak theirs.
In short, I will always be good.
But please don't expect me to be nice.
Okay…rant’s over. Time to get back to my regularly scheduled life.
Jim out.
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