Nice People SUCK ARSE

And if that title is correct, my breath stinks to high heaven.

Why, oh why, am I such a nice person? What the fuck did I do to deserve that?

Not only do I CONSTANTLY cost myself money by 'fessing up to being given extra change/being charged the wrong amount/not being charged for an item etc, but I am also that stupid sap who sees you drop that $100 note as you take something else out of your pocket, and stupidly pick it up and run after you to let you know and give it back.

I tell people they left their lights on in their car. Not just as they walk away, I will knock on the door of your house and tell you. I will go to centre management at Westfields and tell them to page you.

I help old people across the street. I run chicken soup over to my friend's houses when they are sick. I pick things up at the supermarket for my friend whose ex-husband trashed her car so she couldn't drive anywhere for a week. I ran my neighbour to the doctor when he was too sick to drive himself.

And this isn't even the whole list. I'm a fool.

But in the most unselfish and completely fucked up move so far this year, I gave up on my rock. My shiny goodness is no longer mine for the taking. I let it go.

Not because someone else wanted to buy it. I'm sure they did, but hey, who wouldn't want to go home with me? Even if you are a rock!

I did it because it was the right thing to do.

My rock takes alot of time in front of the mirror each morning to look so shiny. It takes alot of time and effort to glisten and sparkle as my rock does. Its a superior rock. And of course, I deserve only the best there is, and so would never want anything other than the best rock in the shop.

But right now, and probably forever, my coveted rock just cant come home with me and remain so bright and shiny. And a dull rock is no good for me, or my lovely rock.

And so I let it go. So that it may continue to be at its shimmering best.


All I can say now is that something tastes ewww.