I wonder about not-so-nice people.

I like to be nice. That is, to nice people. But some people aren’t nice. Which doesn’t always bother me. In fact, I often find myself being nice to some not-so-very-nice people. Depends on my mood. And it’s a challenge. To win ‘em over. Sometimes I do. Other times I don’t. I often try to analyze belligerent people. To find out why they’re so ornery. Whether it’s a mental thing. Or physical. It just may be that they have a chronic pain in the ass. And often, I find that I’m the source of their pain. Makes me proud, to some degree. Knowing that I can cause pain or anguish in a Republican. Because they deserve it. Some days, I try to be nice to everyone. Especially when I’m happy. And I’m happy when I’m in love. Maybe that’s why I’m so nice. Makes me wonder if the not-so-nice-people need more love in their lives. –Jim Broede