I Hate It

This post has nothing to do with the stated purpose of this blog.  I just need to vent.

My everyday social life is guided primarily by the principle that "indiscriminate niceness is overrated."  (Thanks, House.)  I really hate it when, to achieve my own ends or reveal an interesting fact in a discussion, I have to do something that makes it seem like I'm being nice to somebody I either don't know or barely know.  Sometimes I write poetry for people, even on request.  Unless you're my good friend, I only do it because I enjoy writing poetry.  At best, I'm saying you had an interesting idea for a poem.  A lot of times, I shed light on some fact or convention that seems to excuse a belief or behavior.  That is almost never the reason I do it.  I do it because facts and old conventions of writing are interesting.  So I have to choose between making an interesting point or not giving a false impression of myself.

Being nice isn't that fucking interesting.  For the most part, I only like what's interesting.  Unless you're a good friend of mine, I'm not gonna be nice to you for the sake of being nice.  Don't think of me that way.  It'll only get you ticked off and thinking I intentionally deceived you.




And then sometimes I'm nicer than I ought to be to someone because I wouldn't mind having sex with her.  But I'm not really deceptive about that.  I say nice things about how she looks before I'm nice to her, which is as transparent as you're allowed to be without becoming awkward and repellant.