Just.. Be nice

So, Im not going to lie or pretend that Im something Im really not because one, I dont do that shit and two, whats the frigging point right? Well, Im getting way ahead of myself here-clearly- so lego. I am not a nice person. I was once but the world and its systems have beat most of it out of me. 

All that considered, I hate nice people. Dont get me wrong though. I simply mean I have absolutely zero love for them and they terrify me BUT, and heres where my point is, they have A LOT to teach us other mortals.

We go through a lot of stuff in this life and in my humble, honest yet very loud opinion, I think we have no idea how to be human toward each other and most especially toward ourselves because of this. If we stay on this course were on, we will literally obliterate ourselves with the shit we do to each other in the name of self-preservation. An example of what Im talking about real quick. 

So over the Madaraka holiday I was fortunate enough to go to this wonderful camp and on the last night there I had this idea to have fun seeing as to how I was already depressed getting there and ON getting there I get food poisoning (in the middle of bloody nowhere. Fun times I tell you). Anyway, so I call up this new friend to come to my room for a drink and in the process it becomes a small drinking party. In our liveliness a conversation erupts about partners and crazy exes as we call them. One of us is the aggrieved, lets call her Monet. She starts going on about how this girl she was dating was calling attention to them at some club they were drinking at yet Monet likes her peace and quiet when out. 

Well I heard not the entirety of it and I completely understand the anger but it makes no sense to me how you can listen to a person you claim to be intimate with (or care about in the very least) act out in pain and all you can see is how they are embarrassing you or how your reputation (in a fucking club mind you) is going downhill. I mean we are all a bunch of vain cretins trapped on a rotting piece of rock going round a ball of fire hurtling toward a fruity end as fertilizer as is but really??!! 

How did we ever get to this point?? How did we ever get to a place where we can comfortably and quite shamelessly say things like so what? Not my problem.. I dont know about you but this attitude just terrifies the life out of me because if I can’t count on a fellow sapien to care about my plight, no matter how insignificant it may seem, then who can I count on? The birds and the trees?? We sure can get quite creative in our torment of each other in as much as I have seen in my little life so no. Hata na shamba la wanyama, wanyama hawatawahi kujali kama binadamu anavyoweza kujali.

More to my point, we can learn a whole lot from nice people. They freak me out a hell of a lot but I truly believe they could be some of our last hope as humanity in as far as not going extinct as a species is involved. They give a crap, even if its just a little, even if its all for show, and it matters worlds to the recipient because it is a testament to what being human entails. It is just the little bit of hope we need as a people to keep on keeping on. 

So seriously, and not with just yourself, be nice to a fellow human being today.

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Published by: Carlisle

I tend to live in my head a little too much so this is a snippet of the worlds inside me. I only hope it does scare somebody aware. I like to live my fantasies,inspired by my every reality. Enjoy this ride with me. "I like to turn things upside down, to watch pictures and situations from another perspective." Ursus Wehrli

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