I just don’t understand people who have a mean nature. It always seemed to me that it takes more energy to be mean than it does to be nice. Yet, still I see meanness everywhere. I see it in people I know. I see it on the news. And I really see meanness all over the internet. In fact, mean people having internet is like picker bushes getting Miracle Grow.
I know that this is heading in the direction of one of those fluffy, naive posts that usually appear under a picture of adorable kittens with smiley faces inserted after each paragraph, but it happens to be the thought of the day so you are stuck with it.
To me, it just seems so much easier to be nice. It’s not only easier, but it has to be more fulfilling than being mean. Being nice doesn’t cost anything. Being nice is . . . . . Nice!
I’m not trying to say I never get angry. I can get extremely angry . . . . Especially at mean people.
And I’m not saying I’m never mischievous. I love aggravating my wife and daughters for my own amusement, but this usually involves nothing more sinister than a well timed fart, or pretending like I’m going to cook one of my daughters guinea pigs for dinner.
But beyond that, I put forth a fair bit of effort to be a nice person . . . . and I’m very happy and content with being nice.