i’m not nice
I hate it when people say to me, “you’re so nice”.
I’m not nice. I don’t want to be nice.
Niceness, I’ve found, is false. It’s full of lies and only meant to placate a person for the time being.
Much better to be kind, then to be nice. When I do something for someone, when I hold the door open, when I get another coffee or carry a spare tea bag with me, I’m not being nice.
If I tell you, “I really like your scarf,” or, “I think your paper is a bit bland but with some extra wording you can do a really good job,” or, “do you really think that way or are you just trying to avoid conflict,” that’s not nice.
Tell me I’m kind. If you ask me why I say I’m not nice, listen to my answer, don’t just brush me off.
Don’t be nice, be kind












