Mr.
Nice Guy
I
have been accused once or twice in my life
of
being a people-pleaser. Looking back on
that
particular characteristic of my personality,
I
should rightfully ask: would I have married
the
women to whom I was attracted at the time
had
I not, for the most part, been pleasant to them?
Could
I have landed or maintained those jobs for
which
I applied and performed capably had I not
in
some way pleased those who held sway over
me?
Would I have received those promotions in
the
military and in business had I been obstinate
and
harshly opinionated? I think not. I suppose
that
there are worse things to be called. No one
as
of yet has had the audacity to step too far over
the
line of acceptability I have drawn. I do, how-
ever,
give fair warning to those who mistakenly
misconstrue
my often calm and affable demeanor
in
an attempt to merely placate and appease. No
more
Mr. Nice Guy—for rather than having your ass
kissed, you could be in for the painfully disturbing
prospect
of a sound ass-whopping instead. (Being
in
the
aging and infirmed state I find myself, an obnoxious
tongue-lashing would have to suffice {if that's okay?}.)
Chris
Hanch 9-3-17
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