Why I Quit Being Nice

Why I Quit Being Nice

But now, as I thought through the past ten years of my life, I realized being “nice”wasn’t doing for me what I wanted it to do.

Being “nice” was preventing me from saying what I thought about things.

It prevented me from telling my friends that I thought laughing at someone for tripping on the stairs was rude (for fear of being too harsh or judgmental) and prevented me from telling the girl who tripped that I knew how she felt. I’d been laughed at, too.

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