who do you want to be?

Being sick sucks big time, especially when it happens during your long-awaited holiday that is about to be over in 13 days. And before you even think of asking me if I am sick, let me give you the answer. Yes, I am sick. Nope, not the I'm-sick-of-your-bullshit sick, but like, real sick. My throat is freaking sore and it hurts a lot when I try to swallow something or even utter a word from my damn mouth. I can't do things I want to do. I can't play The Voice. Hell, I can't even get out of my freaking bed. I feel so helpless, like a child whose ability is nothing but sucking their stupid fingertips. 

Anyway, a couple of days ago, I had a discussion with a dear friend of mine about how we should present ourselves to people. He told me that it is better to be mean and ruthless to people than to be kind. He initially told me he chose to be mean because it was fun, but I did not buy his shit at all, so I kind of forced him to explain to me why. He, though unwillingly, revealed his reason - it is because when people see you as a bad person, they will never try to hurt you or even touch you. You will be perceived as someone who is strong and scary, and that messing with you is an extremely bad idea.

He is my friend, but I don't see him as someone who is bad. Well sometimes he spits out harsh words in defense, indeed, but that doesn't ultimately make him a bad person. I curse a lot and I still think of myself as a great person, too. He... you know, needs time to open up to people. Come to think of it, I think he resembles a rose. He is utterly beautiful you just want to pick him up and take him home, but you have to deal with his thorns first. Once you have dealt with them, then he, the beautiful, smart, funny him, will all be yours. And I, people, am beyond happy that I got the privilege to be a part of his life.

My opinion was contradictory to his, however. I strongly disagreed with his views, and I still do. I live my life with a principal. I stick to it. And until this second, I believe in the fact that being mean would not at all help me avoid getting hurt by people. Come on, bad people are going to exist until God knows when. Just because people are bad doesn't mean we should be equally just as bad. What is the point of continuously staying to be, you know, overly protective of yourself by being mean, too? Why do you fight evil with evil too? How is wickedness, rudeness, and all other kinds of bad things I have yet to mention going to end in this world?

I do think that being nice is a must, a necessity, that sometimes we have our own unlucky days when people hurt us. Also, we can still be nice to those who are nice to us and be mean to those who hurt us at the same time. It is all a matter of choice anyway. It's like being animals whose thorns, or quills, or spikes, whatever... are hidden inside and appear only when they feel threatened. Way more fun since some people probably couldn't see that coming. So there you go, choose your side. You can be nice, or mean, or even both. You have the power to choose who you want to be. It is your life, you have the key. I won't blame you anyway, ever.

Then I told him my opinion, also adding that I could be the perfect example for people who want to be nice and mean at the same time, and surprisingly, what came out of his mouth were,

"Setting yourself as an example? Really, you?"

"You have been hurt too much."