why are there days when it feels like such a strain to be nice to people? i don’t mean to not be nice but sometimes it’s so hard to shed that protective shield that protects me from people who might not be nice to me.
the concept of Nice bewilders me. most of my (online) dates seem to end with my date telling me you seem really nice, but i just don’t feel any chemistry here.
in which case, Nice is really an thinly veiled insult. the worst thing one can be called is Nice. When people tell me they think I am Nice, I feel humiliated.
it’s far better applied to objects… that’s a nice set of wheels you have there… or body parts… i think your toes are rather nice… or an entire culture… the people in Bogota are always so nice.
but otherwise, Nice is almost as bad as Interesting… or maybe even Above Average. Which is not a very nice place to be. (i really did not want to end the post with that statement, but i lost all control.)