I'm sort of a nice person, right? I mean sure, I'll tell it to you how it is, and I'm easily annoyed, but besides that I'm pretty nice.
Maybe nice isn't the right word.
I am generous. I am very generous. I put people's wants and needs before mine, almost always. Need a ride to the airport at 6am? You got it. Want to go to the beach? You got it. Can't pitch it for has? No problem. You need me to go out of my way to help you do something that you could do yourself? Sure thing.
Why am I like this? I have no idea. It kind of wears on me, though, because then people take advantage of my generosity. They start to expect it. They decide that they don't need to be appreciative because I will be nice regardless, which is true. I will help you out no matter what it is. I mean, I try to avoid assisting in homicide, but besides that, I'm happy to help. I know that this is a quality trait that I have, and something that everyone should possess. If you're able to help then why not? It's just difficult when you realize you're being used. I'm being genuine and you just piggy back off of me.
I don't know. I'm kind of in the process of doing one of those things right now, so I'm upset, but there are worse things I could complain about. I mean, there's nothing wrong with being nice.
Serious blog post. Just needed to get it out. Merci de lire. Je vous aime.
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