…I’m Smart and Nice and Funny
I can’t tell if it’s because I’m doing really well
Or if it’s because I’m just kind of awesome but
People at work are so nice to me
He’s so smart and nice and funny
Now they’re like
Why did your ex leave you…?
You left her …? Why ?
Ain’t nothin wrong with you my man
From strangers people
I was like —
I gotta go home and tell my other nice strangers about this
The nice strangers on the internet that also potentially think
I’m smart and nice and funny
And then I realize
That I’m that way
Because I hate the way other people are.
I try to be the difference
I am the bigger person and
I don’t have any patience any longer
For people that choose to see me
As some sort of bloated monster
Instead of the gentle giant that I am
Because I choose to be, actively, each minute.
The only time I’m not is when
I’m being accused or mistreated.
I think it’s kind of textbook defensive but
If you’d lived my life you’d be guarded as all heck