I had originally thought of sassily calling this blog, “Even stupid people need love.” But I dialed it back. Because? I am still a little bit NICE. Which I think could loosely translate into the following acronym: Neurotic, Insecure, Caring, and Empathetic.
I should clarify ... I am a recovering nice girl, former people-pleaser with the occasional bitch mode. Like most of us. And I sometimes implode or explode with all of the backed-up false niceness that is masking my “Get a clue, jacka**!” thoughts/feelings. But I? Am. Getting. Over. It.
Before:
If you cut me off? I would smile sweetly AND flip you off under the dashboard. If you ran all over my clearly stated boundaries, I would hug you until you couldn’t breathe.
If you did not respect my time ... I would bake you a lovely cake. With arsenic in it.
You know that thing you asked me to do that you were too lazy/entitled/“helpless” to figure out how to do for yourself? I would do it. And resent you for it. Forever.
Now:
I will lovingly chuckle at your transparent attempts to manipulate me with guilt, shame, fear, or any other projected emotion that you may pull out of your sneaky little arsenal. And I will shrug you off.
Nicely.
And now? We both win. You move onto someone else and I just? Move on.
So consider yourself politely told where you can stick your neediness, your general energy vampire-ishness, and your disappointment in how I have “changed.”
I am a full human being with a wide range of moods and behaviors and I embrace all of them. The nice ... and the not-so-nice.
Don’t misunderstand ... I still believe wholeheartedly in the amazing powers of positivity. AND even so, I would rather be kind than nice, any day. And there is a difference. Kindness comes from the heart, niceness comes from our conditioning. I would rather be wrong and happy. I would rather be ME than some Stepford version of me. Isn’t that better than a big ol’ slice of arsenic cake served with a steaming mug of STFU? (Shut the F*&K UP).
Yup.
And the best part? The more I stand in my truth and raise my overall vibe? The less I attract these kinds of people/lessons/experiences into my life. And I am more and more able to shake them off like fleas when they do show up. It must come with age/wisdom. And I am ok with that. I’ll take the wrinkles if they come with a side of freedom.
SWAFK (Sealed with A F@#$ing Kiss) Have a NICE day! My halo has horns.
And you know you love it.
