Being Nice gets you no where.

I am bitter. There! I've said it! Not proudly however, this is an attribute that is glued to the perception of black women incorrectly and for stupid reasons (read-media portrayal). But I digress. I'm bitter because I'm unselfish and not spiteful. I don't believe in revenge, I don't believe in actions that harm. Sorry I.Just.Don't. Kumbaya and all dat son. So..being bitter is contradictory, but then again not really. I recognize how different my views are and it doesn't bother me. What bothers me is that being so "nice" gets you no where. Literally no where. How many times have you heard "yeah he/she's ugly, corny, and his/her breathe smells like hot garbage in the summer. But he's nice." Well damn. So after all them disses folks wanna wrap it up in a backhanded compliment and top it with a "nice". It's almost worth it to be a straight up derelict to society, at least folks won't attempt to dress up insults for the sake of offensiveness. Our wish in life, well at least mine, is to be remembered when I'm gone. Remembered for something great, something that stands out in the minds of those who walked among me. "Nice" won't get you remembered. There is nothing extraordinary about a "nice person" partly because it's polite to be nice to others and politeness is arrogantly expected. So when you get what you expect does the memory linger? Hell nah! It's sad that we live in a dangerous world where sociopaths and pedophiles quietly share the same office, restaurant, or home with us that what we chose to shoo away are the folks who are unabashedly "nice". Being someone familiar with this horrid term ("She's such a nice girl...what's her name?""I dunno...") trust me when I say STOP SAYING THAT. It's not easy to be so caring while the populace systematicly forgets all about u. Why? Because good, nice, people are expected. And when you get what you expect, you forget the expected. Woo is us :'(. Please understand while for some to be complete assholes is effortless, for individuals like myself it's almost impossible. My nature is to nurture, not harm. I may fail sometimes but ain't nobody perfect. Not even you. When someones running to the elevator, I hold it open. If someones hungry, I will feed them. Need a ride? Well...gas cost about 1/18th of my soul so we gon' need to work something out. But I'd still offer! No, I'm am no Jesus but I'd like to be. I'd like to be remembered. I'd like to be considered when I'm looking for comfort and I reach out to empty inboxes or unanswered phone calls. Is it that hard to think of others? Is it that easy to be selfish? In writing this, I actually feel encouraged to continue my lone quest of sympathy for the world around me. Yes. I hate that I'm "nice", and easily forgotten. But I love that when there's a broken heart that requires mending, I'm remembered. I am bitter because no one has mended mine, or even knows the extent. Inbox is still empty..until the next fallen spirit finds me. Closing thoughts--There is a lot to be proud of in being called nice. Only because there's no other opinion of you that would be offensive. Because that's the ONLY opinion of you. Namaste