I think I like mean people better. It's sounds weird, but think about it. With mean people, you know they're going to be mean. You harden your heart and prepare yourself. So you don't get offended or hurt. Because you're expecting it. And when they do something nice, it's a pleasant surprise. Because you know that they are putting effort into the relationship. They're going against their nature to be thoughtful, considerate, comforting for you. That's when you know they really care.
On the other hand, you never know with nice people. They'll be oh-so friendly one moment, but then before you realize it, they're gone and there's this empty space left behind. They aren't ever mean. But the feeling of their abrupt absence in your life is like losing a favourite pen; silly, irrational but frustrating. It creates an inconsequential gap between periods of time, a hole in your thoughts, a drop in the daily number of smiles. Sure, you can live without them just fine. But there's a niggling sense that something slipped away.
Over time, you move on.
Plus with nice people, they're nice to everyone. So really, what makes you so special? Nothing. You're just another one of many. Oh and with nice people, if they aren't nice to you, the indifference feels equally as bad as, (or worse than) if a mean person was being mean.
If a mean person's mean to you, it's nothing personal. That's just who they are.
Food for thought. ha.
Erica
PS: I should try being mean sometime. Not that I'm all that nice anyway. But yeah. lol.
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