The other day I announced loudly to my coworkers, "I'm too damn nice."
I waited about thirty seconds. I got nothing. So I said it even louder.
"I'M TOO DAMN NICE!"
This time I got a response.
"Yeah you are," came the muffled response from the back of the room.
Thank you! That's what I wanted to hear.
I'm too damn nice.
The bullshit I put up with. The other cheeks that I turn.
But at some point, even I run out of patience.
You know what I wish?
I wish you would stop lying to me.
Because I can forgive lie after lie after lie after lie until, all of a sudden, there's one lie too many. This camel's back breaks.
And then, then I'm not so damn nice anymore. And then I'll never believe another word you say.
Just tell the fucking truth. It can be yes or it can be no. It's almost never maybe, though that's the answer you keep shovelling at me.
It's simple. I ask the question. I expose myself. I do the hard part.
All you have to do is answer the question, and answer it honestly.
Why is that so much to ask?
Yes. Or. No.