The Price of Nice
I’ve harped on it many times, but I was never one of the cool kids. I feel like part of the reason I keep bringing it up is this stigma I’ve mentally attached to the reality of being a cool kid. The lengths they had to go to, the things they had to do, the people they had to hurt to climb to their place on the social pyramid. *NOTE* I realize not ALL cool kids are the stereotypical characters from Mean Girls or any Freddie Prince Jr movie.
I’ve never been an unpopular or horrifically bullied and teased outcast. Well, 7th grade bridged pretty close (including one classmate asking me at a school dance if I was knocked up – Um, hello, I’m 12 and haven’t even kissed a boy yet?!) but in reality my childhood was not devastatingly painful.
No, my life has always been one of being the nice girl. Which sounds…well…nice. Much better than being the soul-sucking bitch or some other equally maladjusted moniker.
Being the nice girl is a happy existence.
You have lots of people who would consider you a friend. Folks who will help you out if you ask. You smile and laugh a lot, cause a happy life is a much better life than a sad one. You are generally of a good temperament and rarely say anything harsh or strong against anyone else. You don’t rock the boat to make people uncomfortable, you don’t create drama or conflict, you value happiness in others.
It isn’t like you are a meek and pathetic person. Nice people aren’t necessarily failures, or blind followers, or pushovers. They don’t quietly sit back and let life happen, they are active participants in their existence.
It isn’t that they don’t get angry or upset or frustrated or sad.
Life is just far less complicated when people are nice.
Unfortunately, though, we live in a world that doesn’t always reward nice.
Somehow nice people get classified as such in our minds, put into a little drawer in the recesses, to be remembered occasionally but not memorable.
When we encounter them, we smile. Because they are so nice.
When people bring them up in conversation, you gush about them. Because they are so nice.
When you are looking for someone to support and admire and rally behind, you might pull them from the drawer in the back of your mind but more likely you remember the person who was hustling and in-your-face and sometimes not being so nice and forget the other person. Because they are so nice.
When they are trying to make a name for themselves, or be successful, or win at something we help but only after they beg and plead and remind us of their existence. Because they are so nice.
Nice people shouldn’t be frustrated or angry, ever. They shouldn’t say what they feel, even if it hurts a little. They shouldn’t assume that their friends will reach out to them. They shouldn’t ask for too much. They shouldn’t talk about anything but warm fuzzies and unicorns. They shouldn’t be too passionate or feel anything too much. They shouldn’t deviate outside the “nice box” that people have built for them.
They aren’t “being nice” if they do that.
Which truly wouldn’t be such a bad thing, if it weren’t so true. Being a nice person doesn’t make you a better person. And it certainly doesn’t help you win any popularity contests. As the movie says: You don’t get to 500 million friends without making a few enemies.
Our world values nice but it doesn’t really reward it.
Nice is remembered, but the nice person rarely is.
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