Day #33: And Sometimes It's Easy

It's easy with kids

Especially fat babies

But all kids, really

Even loud, screaming, throwing-things kids

Because kids are kids

They give out love unconditionally

Imagine a life without conditions?

That would be amazing


It's easy with animals

It's easy with fat pugs especially

But all animals, really

It's easy with cats because they want to trust you first

And you can respect that

It's easy with dogs because they trust you immediately

And you adore that

It's easy because they're like eternal children

They depend on you forever

And you're glad they do

Because they make you feel like

You're capable of being nice to another living creature forever


It's easy with my mom...sometimes

It's easy with my grandmother always

It's easy with my brothers because I can be nice

And still tackle them to the ground

While keeping them in a chokehold

I can do this and still be the good big brother

It's expected of me

It's not unkind

I'm still being nice


It's easy when I'm doing theater

When I'm with people who love what I love

When I hear people speaking words I've written

When I'm sharing life experiences with someone

So we can collaborate on a piece together

When that's happening

It's easy


It's easy when I perspective check myself

And remind myself

That on my worst day

Someone somewhere has it worse

And it's okay to say 'I'm sad'

And own it

And that I have to own it

To move on from it

And keep myself in the right frame of mind


When I hear a woman I know with cancer

Tell me it was a good day

Because she didn't throw up--not once

Then for me--it's easy


No, being nice isn't always easy

And as I said in my last post

Sometimes it downright sucks


Sometimes I just want to scream

And be a baby

Throw a temper tantrum

Make someone cry


But you know what?


All the times I've mentioned

Being nice

Is easy

But it's rewarding

Even when it's not