Nice

Yes, I am nice.

Damn straight.  I am probably one of the nicest people you will ever meet.  And that, down to my very core, is who I am.  I am nice.  I like myself.  And I don’t change who I am for anyone.

Yes, people take advantage of me.

It is not my job to fix other people.  I can’t reason with them into becoming good people.  I can’t bully them into becoming good people.   I can’t love them into becoming good people.  When I get sick of them taking advantage of me, I kindly (sometimes not so kindly) ask them to exit from my world and they move on to take advantage of other people.  It’s none of my business.

Sometimes, people want to change, completely independent of what I think about it.  They have been through hell on earth and they are depressed and suicidal and they might ask me--since I’ve already been through what they are going through—how I got through it.  I am happy to help them.  Because, yes, I am nice. 

I can’t even conceive of not being nice to you.  Or anyone. 

Every gift is a challenge, and every challenge a gift.  I have been given the gift of nice.  It is also a challenge, but I have never shirked from a challenge.  I am deliriously happy.  I am positive, and, yes, I am nice.