Nice, Nice Baby

Posted: March 11, 2013 in Uncategorized
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Mr. Nice Guy

It appears that I’m just too nice and too giving of my wit and wonder to too many undeserving people.  I mean, is it really that hard to reciprocate the kind warm and fuzzy gestures of kindness to one that gives it all to you?  Let’s see…apparently it is.  I get it readers, things don’t always go according to plan; my life for one, is a big joke to the more accomplished and yet I parry on through each day.  Thinking that because I’m smart, (I don’t know everything but, I know a little bit about everything) I’m wordy, witty as I mentioned earlier and I have all of these feel good sayings and quotes bouncing around inside of me like a library-strain of bacteria that finds its way into my brain and is transmitted by talking, that I’m going to make it through life because I’m a nice person…Puleeeze!

Whew…that was a mouthful, almost a long run on sentence but, with proper punctuation it saves your brain the headache of processing what I just said, in short.

I’m too nice, nice baby, sung to the tune of a bad 90’s rap song, I stake my case.

The age old question, why do good guys finish last?  Is it because we are soft, are we weak, do we have something written on our faces that says; “Punch here?”  Well I know that I don’t but, it seems that my kindness exudes effervescent weakness.  I am an outdoor person, I like trees and I hug them often, I am about world peace and community etc, etc, etc does that mean that I don’t know how to bang, or that I will turn the other cheek when presented with attack?  Or does the nice guy in today’s cruel world just allow women, men, children and local officials to stomp all over him and his good name?  Maybe, that’s expected, maybe, it’s what these people think is going to happen when they cross that line?  Boy, do I have something in store for them.

When a woman is born a little girl, does her mother teach her to reach for the stars or Band-Aids to hide her scars?  I don’t think any mother or father would want for her daughter the things she wants for herself these days.  Thug, Bad Boy, Trouble-Maker, Trinidad James, – today’s female seems to want and even enjoy being around lesser-men or the lesser kind of male that can be regarded as a statistic on the negative end of the social spectrum.  She wants a male that will put his hands on her and show her who is boss or even someone that isn’t a happy-go-lucky-kinda guy and she definitely doesn’t want a tree-hugger. That’s where I come in.

I’ve had my run-ins with the Law, (yes Sears security does count.)  I have a tattoo, I got mad kids; I have all these potential bad boy things going on but, I’m just not that guy.  I don’t know if I’m the good guy I think I am sometimes but, from the looks of my criminal record, it’s blanker than a face on Botox, I’m a model citizen.  I find love here and there, I have a good network of friends but, I’m just too nice and sometimes even the ones that love you, tend to trod on your face and heart every once in a while. People want to walk around with me in public with screwed up faces or people don’t want to talk to me cause of something I did or didn’t do, c’mon son, really…it’s that bad boo-boo?  I don’t think so, CT don’t play that.

You have two legs, two arms, eyes and ears and you want to walk around thinking somebody owes you something.  No one owes you anything; you owe yourself some time to yourself in the corner, now sit down and be quiet.

All this assertiveness is making me thirsty.

Maybe it’s my gentle exterior?

Violence doesn’t always solve the problem of being nice but, it aids in knocking that truth into someone’s head.  Words can only carry you so far young Skywalker, it’s time to use some of that Force Daddy V’s been telling you about.  Of course I’m not saying that Mr. Nice Guy should put his hands on anyone, let’s just push them down real hard and blame it on gravity.

Now, is she upset because of something you did? NO! It’s about circumstances beyond his control, a breakdown in materials, a physical deterioration of something that has absolutely nothing to do with you and how you show love, share a friendship or spend time in a relationship with them but…………..They use this as a moment to shut the front door, to shut you out of their lives, just because they are upset.  Suddenly, they don’t know how to talk to you, suddenly they don’t want to talk to you, and all they want to do is roll up in a corner and be angry at the world, get outta here with that.

Today, my horoscope was interesting, it went on and on about my emotions and how I need to establish clear boundaries.  Well, since I’m coming from the heart on this blog, I guess the boundaries that have already been set, have come crashing down.  I don’t want to get to the point of “no more Mr. Nice Guy” but, I will not let negativity ruin my life just because someone has allowed it to ruin theirs.  So, I will work on distinguishing other people’s feelings from my own and stay empathetic but guarded, like hot sauce at a Southern Chicken house.  I don’t like living with my guard up, it’s like having my dukes up, waiting for someone to throw punches at me, I’ll just dodge and hit them with a kidney shot to stop them.  Oh, you didn’t know nice guys know where to hit where it hurts, yeah we do, it’s from years of being hit ourselves.

Nice guys never finish last in my story!

CT

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