Sugar and Spice

I can’t tell you how many times I have been labeled nice for so many different reasons. From such a varied group of people. Here’s the thing. I couldn’t care less about nice.

The English word nice came from an Old French word with the same spelling that meant “foolish”.

The only reason one is called nice is because at the time, whatever one is doing or being, is pleasing to the person that is using the word “nice”. The person is agreeable with your actions or your presence. So what happens when your presence or actions become displeasing to the person who thought of you as being “ so nice”?

That’s why I couldn’ t give a rat’s ass if anyone ever calls me nice. I’m about quality. Not just in regards to material things. Much more in regards to people. Don’t get your panties in a knot yet. Here’s how I look at it.

When I purchase something, anything, I look at how functional it is, its endurance and purpose, and will it deliver what it promises. So I don’t go looking for a “nice” car. Or a “nice” house. I want to know what the gas mileage and crash test safety rating is. I want to know how solid the foundation of the house is and how it ranks on its energy efficiency. Those sort of things.

So what do I look for in people? I look at the quality of how they treat others. However they treat others is how they eventually will treat you. Again, it’s not about being nice. I am not looking for them to be agreeable with me. My favorite people actually couldn’t care less about pleasing me. They treat me “justly”. They are honorable and fair in their dealings and actions with me. Those are the people I seek.

I keep that in the back of my mind all the time when someone says to me how nice I am. Obviously, this person is still caught up in wanting only things that pleases him or her. Well I am no court jester dahlin.

For anyone who is still hung up on nice, keep that in mind when you are looking for services where nice really has no room. I want a competent doctor, not a nice one. I want a skilled lawyer. Not a nice one. I want an experienced whatever it is. Nice is the last adjective on my list. And when it comes to friends or personal relationships, I want honest people who are themselves around me instead of trying to please me. Because soon enough this sort of cockamamy plays itself out once they figure out that I am not here to do their biding and then I am not labeled “nice” anymore.