Nice is a Four Letter Word

It no longer has a place in my vocabulary

It’s time to stop being nice. That’s it. It’s not worked for me. I’m about to burn a swath in my life and it needs to happen. I’ve come to realize that many of the issues I have in my life stem from me being just too damn nice.

Now, let me clarify: being nice is very different from being kind. I revel in being kind. I love it. I get pure joy out of doing small things that are meaningful to people with no expectation of reciprocation. Kind is active, nice is passive. Kind will give you their seat. Nice won’t ask to sit down.

Nice is not working. Nice, at least for me, means being taken advantage of and bending too much.

Nice is dangerous. Nice pretends to be your friend. Nice just wants everyone else to be happy.

The amount of shit I have taken in the last couple years of my life should have been able to be doled out over the next 50 years of my life. It is enough.

It’s made me a harder person than I want to be and it’s made me just a little less stable and a little more crazy. I DO NOT like it one bit.

Nice hides its feeling. Nice isn’t honest. Nice cares too much what you…