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Mr. Nice Guy

If a guy claims he's too nice...chances are, he isn't.  People who attribute such roles to themselves have proclaimed that outward image.  Only by stating what you are, is an attempt to believe who you want to be.

I'd like to think that I'm a nice person, but I do meet people I wish to be hit by a bus.  In reality, that is not the thinking of a "nice" person, but a human being.  I can be nice, evil, compassionate, and caring; however, I  already know those things, and don't have to label myself to make me believe what I'm not.

Self proclaimed Mr. Nice Guys are just undiscovered assholes.

This weekend I thought of ways people "bait" others for various reasons.  It could be for personal or business gain, and I envisioned how fishermen bait their hooks for a fish.  Depending on your preference, the fish is either kept or thrown back.  Either way, the process of fishing itself is planned and thought out.  Where to fish, what to fish for, which bait works best, type of hook or line to use, when and how long to fish; are all options considered to catch fish.

However, when applied positively to people it can be good, and thoughtful.  Taking your time to figure out the likes and dislikes of someone to please, encourage, or motivate them.  Unfortunately, it can be used in a distasteful manner; in which people have false intentions.  I suppose the only way to spot the fakes, are to be aware of your own intentions.  

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