Mittwoch, April 20, 2005
Updated: J Schnorng
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Misunderstood by the misguided.
"Be nice to people and they'll be nice to you"
Instinctively i grabbed my mother's hand and dug my fingers deep into her skin. It was not a sign of protest, but one more of fear and reluctance. She walked away, there were no hugs, no kisses, no teary good byes; and i was never to see her again.
These words stay etched in my mind twelve years later. Try as i might, i could never forget. It was stuck in my head like a bad sesame street tune, and I would hear it repeat whenever i felt the urge to say something hurtful. Whenever people asked me for time, even when i couldn't afford it.
Be nice, and people will like you.
Be nice, and people will be nice to you.
Be nice.
Since then, i've been living life the way she asked me to. After all, i take after her in almost every way, and i'm constantly reminded of her when i look into the mirror everyday. It only felt right.
It never once occurred to me that being too nice would be a problem.
(What's too nice, really?)
I met Mark at a house-warming party two years back. There were no sparks, but i felt like it was the beginning of a long lasting friendship. We remained good friends, and met up for coffee and dinner occasionally.
Two nights ago, i received a call from him. He sounded distressed, so i offered a listening ear. After all, he was my friend.
And it was the nice thing to do.
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He told me he had broken up with his girlfriend because of me.
He felt that i liked him, and he feels the same.
Five minutes later, his girlfriend (armed with a shrill voice i might add) called my mobile and started screaming vulgarities at me.
Later i learnt that he made up stories of me knitting sweaters and cooking for him, and led all our mutual friends to believe that i was dying to be with him.
That thought alone is enough to make me feel like dying.
Confused, i decided to seek comfort and advice from a close friend.
"What have I done wrong?" I asked.
"You're too nice" was her swift reply.
I scowled.
"You're not helping. Elaborate please."
With the air of explaining a simple math sum to a kindergarden kid, she spoke slowly and clearly.
Guys tend to get the wrong idea easily. So you cannot be too nice to them. I'm not saying that you cannot be nice, but u cannot be TOO nice.
"But what's too nice?"
Exasparated, she ignored me and turned her attention back to the TV.
A few hours later, i received an sms from him
"where am i in your life? i feel so lost.
No Mark, you're not lost.
Somehow blogging about it makes me feel like i've taken the first step.
Towards what, i don't know. :)
Something to say? =)
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