Being Nice Sucks

Don’t look at me like that. You know I’m not saying anything you haven’t thought at least twice in the last month. I’m not saying that being nice sucks ALL THE TIME, just that it can get old, and that it’s not always well-received, and that it doesn’t always pay to do it.

 

So then, yeah. Being Nice Sucks.

Sometimes Being Nice Sucks because it’s about people not being able to handle the truth, sugar-coating things, and trying to make me pretend it’s all groovy just to get along. I don’t want to get along if that’s the kind of nonsense I’m going to have to put up with.

 

A thousand years ago I took an online class in which the students were expected to interact with the other students on a variety of topics. Fair enough. I gots no beef with that.

 

I commented in the class forum that the teacher displayed a severe lack of guidance, took WAY beyond reasonable time in returning grades, offered no feedback whatsoever, and was generally a non-entity.

 

Prior to my summing things up (even sans naughty language, *le gasp*!), several students had made complaints about these issues. So it’s not like I said anything outlandish.

 

But suddenly, as though the very packaging of the instructor’s behavior were a catalyst for debate, the defenses started rolling in.

 

Maybe her dog died.

Which is sad, true. But I paid for a service and it wasn’t being delivered. Neither was an apology. Any other business besides education and this would be a seriously valid customer complaint.

 

Maybe she’s busy.

I love this one! I paid for a service, but the person responsible for delivery might be too busy to actually deliver and I shouldn’t be upset. I should merely simmer down and wait like a good little girl.

 

Yeah, someone actually told me to simmer down. Asshole.

 

Maybe she’s … I don’t know, whatever, it’s irrelevant.

The point I’m trying to make is this — I was not supposed to be upset, according to the majority.

 

What a load of crap.

 

In frustration, I left this message in the forum, to which I understandably received no response —

 

“I paid for the effing class.

I think I can be upset if I’m not getting ANYTHING

because the teacher hasn’t spoken to a single student.

Anyone in the world,

anyone else in this class,

anyone at all in the universe agree???

I am going insane here.

Someone help me out.

Is the truth so bad, that we are no longer allowed to speak it???

When did that phase of history happen???”

 

In this particular instance, when I say “Being Nice Sucks”, I mean it in the context that Being Nice sometimes means being a pussy, not standing up for your rights, and getting shit on. Everyone in that class was so indoctrinated into the Being Nice philosophy that they were perfectly content to get nothing for their money.

 

Okay. Moving on.

 

In the same class, several weeks later, some guy commented that every time he did work around the house, his silly little wife would come and re-do it, a waste of his time and hers.

 

Now, anyone with a brain, answer me this: How the heck was I supposed to let that fly?

 

So I replied something to the effect that perhaps she was re-doing his work because it wasn’t done properly the first time, and that if the men I know are any kind of representation of their sex, then most men GENERALLY do a half-ass job, thereby leaving a sticky, stanky, unhealthy mess that they think they should get credit for having “attempted” cleaning.

 

Of course, while this is GENERALLY true (ask any woman who has been around men), it was argued that we all have differences, and instead of browbeating each other for them, we should embrace them.

 

What kind of nonsense is THAT, I ask you?  I should embrace the fact that GENERALLY SPEAKING, a human being with a penis cannot properly clean up a mess?

 

In Being Nice world, I guess I’m supposed to say, “Ah, well, you know… he tried.”

 

Um no. He didn’t try.  What he did was be a lazy jerk. And that has nothing to do with being a man, in my opinion, because I know plenty of women who are lazy jerks too.

 

But we aren’t supposed to say that. We are supposed to say,

“Perhaps his dog died (again?), or maybe he wasn’t feeling well (every single time?), or maybe it was just an off day (as usual?).”

 

You know what? The fact remains that the guy did a lousy flipping job. He did. That’s why she had to go re-do it. No one takes on unnecessary work; that’s just silly. I mean, who wants to clean? Not I!  But I don’t want to live in squalor, either. So I do what must be done, from a sense of obligation often coupled with resentment that for some stupid reason men get away with the “stupid factor” repeatedly.

 

Not in my house, I tell you. Being Nice Sucks.

In The World 4 Realz I say shit up front. Because Being Nice means you have to do all the work and tell lies and offer justifications for mediocrity.

 

I just want every person who reads this to know, I am at my wit’s end. I cannot possibly be from this world. It continues to tell me to “simmer down” and to “be nice.”

 

I am nice!

 

But I don’t let that stop me from being honest.  I am kind in my honesty, but I’m not going to say that your shoes are pretty if they aren’t, and I’m not going to say that’s a lovely cleaning job you did, if you left a mess.

 

What is required via the Being Nice Sucks philosophy is blatant lying, of which I do not generally approve.

 

I only tend to get grouchy because the society in which I live is full of wimps, and that causes me to boil, and thus I can’t simmer down, and if men wouldn’t be dumb on a constant basis I wouldn’t berate them.

 

You must see that it isn’t my fault. Society is just plain messed up and dumb.  It’s like I’m in a bubble, the only objective person left on the planet who is able to see the verbal wreckage we are all wading through.

 

Enough, I say.  Enough.  Toughen up, and YOU simmer down, scaredy-cat. The world is telling me that *I* am rude for asking *IT* to stop being rude. I have a huge problem with that.

 

I have never, and shall never, be a biter of lips. That came out wrong. But you get what I’m saying. My mouth will not stay zipped.

 

Fortunately, I’m happy with me. Opposing the Being Nice Sucks philosophy is heaven and glitter and bliss and freedom and democracy and My Little Ponies and all kinds of warm fuzzies. You should get some, I tell you.