Being too nice is so not me. I’m someone who is always herself and who is best at misbehaving. I have admitted a lot of times that there are times when I not only enjoy being bitchy, but I feel healthy. Seriously, you have to trust me on this – being a little bitchy really does wonder to your health. And I totally love my health, ha! I’d rather make fun and giggle and gossip, than make an effort at begin too nice to please people. But adult life has quite a many glitches (I hate adult life!) and there are a lot of times when one HAS to put up a face and BEHAVE. Lately the same has been happening to me.
People sharing my dessert on the pretext of ‘just tasting’ , sipping from my drink because they want to ‘try’ it, requesting me to step down the treadmill in between my run because they have ‘kids waiting at home’ and people telling me very fake-polite way how they find it strange that I am always giggling. For a long time, I just smiled, nodded or and said something lame lie ‘Sure’ or ‘why not’ or ‘Lucky Me!’ – but now I’m growing tired of all this feign congeniality.
So I’ve started substituting all the over nice-ness with the real reaction that comes to my mind. Of course I’m not advocating out right rudeness – I’m just reminding myself and you that it isn’t mandatory to be nice all the time.
So, is being nice making you sick too?
Bitch it up a bit.
Here’s what I did.
When someone at the gym asked me – for the fifth time in row - to step down the tread mill because she is ‘only waiting to finish her run here and leave urgently for home’ – I told her with a mock polite tone that I have a home too and it tends to get lonely when I don’t get there in time. And then I shoved the iPod ear plug in my ears and continued to run. Sure, she gave me a weird look but she went away. ‘Went away’ is the key point here. I can forget about her worrying me in the gym again because for her, I’m the ‘Rude Bitch’ now. Whatever.
At the showroom where I was the first in the line for a changing room and a girl came up saying she has ‘just one item’ to try on and can she have a go before me, I blinked twice and said “I’m sorry honey! But why don’t you go ahead and pick some more items while I ‘have a go at it’?” She got the point and stood in the line after rolling her eyes a lot of times.
At a party, when an acquaintance asked if it was okay if she took a sip from my drink because she was an out and out ‘Vodka with Orange Juice’ girl but wanted to taste my Cosmopolitan – I took a deep breath and said, “Oh honey, I’d love to but I think I’m coming done with something.” I paused and coughed a little, “Is Swine Flu still a big thing?” She left me alone for the rest of the evening, thankfully.
And last but the most-important-to-me thing is when someone has the balls to tell me that I giggle too much. I giggle too much, damn right! But how dare some creep say that like its a bad thing? In such situations I suggest you just say the meanest thing that comes to your mind. Really. I mean, last I checked, being happy was a good thing and it’s your bloody business anyway. Here’s what happened to me during my Business School years -A guy who I knew as a pathetic someone who was dating a classmate who already had a 7 year long boyfriend who once came to the college to bash him up (yes, things like this happen!) was looking at me in the class. “What?” I asked. “Why are you always giggling?” He asked me point blank with an annoyed expression. After like a split second of shock, I threw my hair back, smiled brightly and said – “Really? I wonder why? Maybe because I’m not scared of my girlfriend’s REAL boyfriend beating me up every time I step out of the college? Hmph?” Everyone in the class cracked up and he got back to paying attention to the wall in front of him. Served him right, right?
So there you go, just stop being too nice-y nice. It ain’t worth it. Once again, BITCH IT UP!