I am a bitch. Ask anyone. My kids, my co-workers, boss, my ex (especially my ex). Even if6was9, although he’s a bit reluctant to admit it, what with being blinded by love and lust. They will all tell you. I am a hard as nails, icewater in the veins bitch.
And yet…
I secretly love doing nice things for people.
Today, for example. It’s Friday. It’s early. I’m in a good mood. It’s a beautiful day. The air smells nice. As I’m on my way to the bridge, I look behind me and notice that the guy in the black Volvo, three dollars at the ready, and I think, “I have three extra dollars.” So I paid for him. Then zoomed over the bridge, feeling giggly and happy.
For some reason, it tickles me no end to do something nice for a person I’ve never met and will in all likelihood never see again. It’s far from altruistic; I get plenty out of doing it. Somewhere on the Peninsula is a guy grinning and telling his coworker “The weirdest thing happened! Some redheaded chick in a Saturn paid my way on the bridge today!” Maybe he was a little less manic on the 101. Maybe he’ll do something nice for somebody else today.
I love that.
Also, I turn to absolute goo around babies and little kids. But don’t tell anyone or I’ll pound your face.
I love doing little nice things as well. Usually tossing somebody some change when they are a few cents short at a convenience store, or something mundane like that
Given the opportunity, I can avoid speaking with or actually acknowledging the presence of other human beings for DAYS on end. Being employed and living in a relationship with another person and his entire family tends to put a damper on the joys of being a deliberate hermit, but hey…should that entire family happen to go on vacation the same week I’m off of work for a state budget shutdown, I’m spending the next 96 hours or so on World of Warcraft, soloing…
You’re one to talk.
You’ve just never been on the receiving end, is all. I assure you, I am a bitch. There are people here who can testify to that.
And, jayjay, you are so not a misanthrope. Anti-social and a right bastard are two different things. BTW, don’t you owe me? One post-Thanksgiving dishwashing, I believe.
A lot of that could have been written by me. The bitch part, the liking to do nice things for strangers, all of it, oh yeah. There’s only one person on this board that actually KNOWS me, and he hasn’t said boo lately, so he’s unlikely to see this, but if he was asked, he’d tell you the same. As far as the marshmallow part, throw in a dash of having my heart secretly smashed to bits by love, and I’m there.
If anyone spreads this about me to the real world, I will deny everything, play it off, and then make you pay hell.
