Leave it to my grandmother to put things in perspective.
GRANDMA: You're being a wimp.
And by put things in perspective, I mean, abuse me.
I thought I had found a way out of being nice in certain situations--basically, situations that deal with idiots.
It seemed to me that there was no reason why I should have to be nice to morons, even though my project is called the "nice" project. After all, kindness hardly benefits stupid people who terrorize my life with their ignorance, right?
GRANDMA: Wimp.
Grandma doesn't see it that way.
We were talking about the project, and when I told her my philosophy, she told me I was--
GRANDMA: --Full of crap.
Yup, that's my grandma.
GRANDMA: So you're only going to be nice to smart people? What's next? Only people who agree with everything you say and kiss your ass and think you're wonderful all the time?
ME: At least then I wouldn't have to be nice to family.
GRANDMA: This was supposed to be a challenge, right?
ME: Right.
GRANDMA: Then make it one. Find a way to be nice to the people who you don't want to be nice to. Nobody's saying you have to build them a house, but if you can't take five seconds--
ME: Sometimes hours--
GRANDMA: --Even five hours to show another human being a little kindness, then I didn't raise you right!
ME: Grandma, Mom raised me.
GRANDMA: Hmph, if you want to call it that.
ME: Oh God...
GRANDMA: I don't remember your mother taking you to Atlantic City for your sixteenth birthday.
ME: Yes, she also didn't teach me to play craps when I was still underage.
GRANDMA: Who can keep track of those age limits anyway?
My grandma was right--she usually is, except when it comes to cheating at Bingo.
GRANDMA: Can I help it that the numbers are all fuzzy on my card?
ME: You write them in after the numbers are called!
GRANDMA: I'm old! I get bewildered!
I guess I can't my have stupid clause anymore.
Time to start gritting my teeth again.
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