With age and maturity I’ve noticed that the “want” to be nice has just naturally become a state of being for me. I’m not talking about manners, being polite, being kind or being a gentleman. I think I’ve worked on all that the past 5-10 years and have that all down pat for the most part. I’m also not talking about losing my bad boy tendencies. My past is still my past and all the crazy shit I did can’t be erased. The scars and tattoos could probably be removed but I don’t want to. I kind of like them. My wise ass wit and sarcastic remarks will never disappear either. But it is the holidays and I’m leaning to the left where nice resides because naughty has been so “right” for me for so long.
I had plenty of opportunities to be naughty this year but instead I took the higher and nicer road. Where I avoided situations with unappreciative people. Friends where neither of us fit in each other worlds anymore apparently. Family where blood is no longer thicker than water when it comes to some relatives. Career decisions and stressful times where I could’ve lost my cool but stayed the professional level-headed course to find more success. And of course women. The unappreciative and those who had my attention for a short time and I didn’t receive the “nice” back from them. I didn’t waste a single second longer on them nor did I get mad and take on a naughty demeanor towards them. Instead I moved on to the ones that appreciated me back. That told me she appreciates me. That fat man in the red suit better hook me up this Christmas because for the first time in my life T has taken his ass off the naughty list. Being nice definitely has its perks too. I’ve noticed that being nice to the good ones has allowed them to be nice back to me. And all this friggin’ niceness feels pretty fucking good too! Naughtiness brings negativity. Bad vibes. Bad juju. Stress. Niceness brings growth. Positivity. Happiness. Big ass smiles on my face and the faces of those in my life. Basic shit like avoiding pain in the ass people who start nonsense in life whether in person, by phone, by text or social media have all been placed on my own personal naughty list and I burned that damn list with all their names. I took all that naughtiness out of my life. Replacing it all with niceness made my food taste better. My workouts more fun. My writing a thousand times better. The air is fucking crisper! I hear birds singing yo!!! Wait, where was I? Ah yes, I’m nice. Not like telling a friend “I’m niiccceeeee” when you’re drunk nice but nice as in actually being nice. It’s the holidays. Fuck naughty son, I’m over here being nice.
But don’t get it twisted. Some people take niceness for a weakness and I’m far from weak. Most nice guys finish last and this guy is winning this marathon called life. I’m still me. I’m still T. I can read people and situations better than most so just know that I know. What do I know? When a naughty person is just pretending to be nice. Especially at this point in my life. But I’ll be nice to you if you’re nice to me. With that all said… This was the nice T-pisode and next week I go old school T-blawg style with the longest running T-blawg tradition and “Festivus 7.” Yep. It’s time to air my 2015 grievances for the 7th straight year. Get ready. Happy holidays everyone. And be nice…with a little naughty thrown in.
Until next time. Always take it there.