This is keeping it straight to the point. Let’s just be nice, okay?

Why this has to be so difficult {at times} is beyond me. Wait. I take that back, now that I’m thinking about it and being honest … I guess we’re all guilty of falling into the “holier than thou” and the “get the F out of my way” and “F this niceness bullshit” hole.

I admit it.

I’m not always nice. I’m not saying that I don’t try, but I’m keeping it real that, yes, your girl here can sport some ‘tude.

And then I have to put the ‘tude in check or when Maman is around me, she gives me a look. She’s so smart. She knows better than to say anything. So she has perfected “the look”.

Which says : “stop being an a-hole, because you’re really being one right now. Give me my daughter back, thank you.”

I’ll snap out of it, begrudgingly, maybe hoping hell rains down on a few random people while I’m at it, and then two hours later, feel horribly guilty for thinking crappy thoughts towards complete strangers and saging myself off.

Work in progress … always … right?

But seriously, I give it my best when I’m not letting the Tolle Ego whisk me away on a romantic island getaway. And I do wholeheartedly believe that kindness is the answer.

When we decide to be nice, we are choosing love and forgiveness and all other things holy and it makes me feel all God-like and cool.

You never hear anyone saying, “that person was nice to me. What an ass.”

Ah ha! Validation : being nice. It wins.