Many people tell me to be nicer. I ignore them. Sunday, my best friend tells me, after meeting an x-colleague from high school, “Be nicer!”. My right eyebrow is up now. It got me thinking.
I am nice. I am just distant aka ice cold. Why should I be all smiles and cute-talk with someone I don’t know? I never got it. It’s so not me. Actually I am against it.
My life philosophy is pretty simple – I respect you, but respect is earned. I don’t donate it for free to anyone. I am polite, which comes along with minimal conversation, and if I like you, then probably I would shake of some of the ice. This might come partly from me totally listening to my grandpa when I was small, when he was saying not to talk to strangers, and also because I got burned so many times, by letting into my life negative creatures. Mostly it’s my fault, because I didn’t see who they really were due to the niceness they were exhibiting. I think.
I still believe that being honest is the best policy. Not lying or cheating. Not inducing people in error just because I have issues. I have to say I love people who have the strength to be like this (as are my friends). Wish I could surround myself only with them.
Meanwhile, I would kindly remind all the people that think I am a bitch, that I am very nice – anything else is a reaction to their actions.