We were talking about rudeness and politeness. She said that she didn’t care if people were rude to her (which is a good thing, actually) and I used the word ‘nice’ and ‘polite’ interchangably. Which, I have to say, is different but to me, I still use it a bit similarly.
Granted, she does a good job of being cynical. Great, she is ready to face the real world, just as I had been three months ago (time flies so fast). She knows that not everyone is nice, and I admire her for that, she’s not gullible.
But I’ve changed a bit from those three months. Not much, I do understand that there’s always a bit of evil in everyone and that rudeness does not always decide whether or not someone is nice (though it is usually an indicator that someone is a bitch and I’m not too shocked if I am one either), but I don’t always look to negativity too.
At the end of the day, I do try to remind myself that everyone has a good side too. Maybe it’s because I realized I could just not wake up the very next day. I can’t say I speak for everyone but I’m pretty sure no one wants to be thought of as an asshole during my dying moment.