5 Consequences You Too Have Faced For Being The “Nice” Kid
As a child, my parents never had to use the phrase “play nice” with me, and that is entirely my fault.
I mean, isn’t it redundant to tell the poster child for play nice to actually play nice?!
Don’t believe me…?
Let’s see: I was compliant and did all my homework on time. I never skipped school, even on the days I didn’t feel like going. I was respectful to everybody — even when I didn’t receive any in return. All the parents and teachers loved (and still love) me. I didn’t get into any trouble in school, and on the rare occasions I did, it was only for minor disagreements. My parents never had to be called, and I have no memory of being sent to detention.
In fact, if I ever was in the nurses’ office, it was probably because I was the one who was hurt and not the one who did the hurting.
And if all of that wasn’t enough to convince you: I was also painfully shy.
The problem is: I still am all of those things and I still am paying dearly for all the habits I developed throughout my childhood.
Here are the five major consequences I face for being the “nice” kid all these years:
