In my doctor's notes, her interns (who see me first) almost all start out their notes with, "a pleasant woman who comes in today about . . . . "
Nice. Pleasant.
Not mean, not ornery.
Maybe a bit contrary sometimes.
But nice kills me. Nice brings me nothing but heartache and confusion. Try to be nice and see if you don't get crapped on, because when I am nice, I get crapped on.
It doesn't make a difference what kind of nice I am, or who I am being nice to.
I am crapped on.
Like I'm some kind of catch-all beneath the bird feeder, maybe.
Oh, that's nice. A good place to take a poop.
Plop.
I'm sorry. I prefer to be nice, too. Sometimes you just have to stay away from people who take advantage. That is, if you can. I know, sometimes you get stuck and can't.
ReplyDeleteThat's a great visual but a such a sad sentiment. I hope something happens to invigorate your outlook.
ReplyDeleteMy normal is being nice, polite, and respectful. Poop, poop, poop. People have no shame. Depending on the circumstances, I may tell them how I feel.
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