I don't understand why not everyone wants to be nice. I mean, I like being nice to people. I've been taken advantage a lot because of it, and still I'm struggling to stay nice. Because it's *nice*, you know? Trying to charm a store clerk, or smiling when someone asks you for directions, or being nice to phone salesmen, even though you really don't want to buy anything. Help people out if you can, doing small services that are small for you, but impossible for them. Fake happiness when someone calls, to make them feel like you're happy that it was *them* that called. Just, small stuff, being nice. And I've been mistreated a lot because of it, by "friends", and they've lost me because of it, but I still want to be nice to the next person I meet. I like to feel that tiny spark in the air when someone suddenly feels a little better than they did a second ago.
And really, the free stuff I get when people feel better. Everyone should be nice, I'm telling you. I have an unofficial list of places where I've gotten something for free, just from being nice. You get sweets and discounts and depts written off, keychains. It's fun getting free stuff.
Also, remember that smiling takes less energy than frowning.
Of course, when I get fed up, there's the *implosion*. Where there's a split second of red haze, and then when you come to, there's a ten second space where you don't remember anything. And people have gotten smacked or scared. And they aaalways deserved it. Because you should be nice when people appreciate it, and whack them when they don't.
And really, the free stuff I get when people feel better. Everyone should be nice, I'm telling you. I have an unofficial list of places where I've gotten something for free, just from being nice. You get sweets and discounts and depts written off, keychains. It's fun getting free stuff.
Also, remember that smiling takes less energy than frowning.
Of course, when I get fed up, there's the *implosion*. Where there's a split second of red haze, and then when you come to, there's a ten second space where you don't remember anything. And people have gotten smacked or scared. And they aaalways deserved it. Because you should be nice when people appreciate it, and whack them when they don't.
