Sure, “nice” needs some definition.
But that’s your call. I’m asking you if you are a nice person.
I’m balanced.
I’ll help you push you car. I’ll hold the door for anyone, I’ll let you in, in traffic. I’ll over-tip the wait staff, even the ones having a bad day. I give kids in my neighborhood freezypops when it’s hot AF. I’ll go out of my way to make sure your food allergy is covered and you’ll have safe snacks at my gathering.
I won’t give the guy begging on the corner money. I won’t help you forever if you never reciprocate. You skip a paycheck, I won’t wait for you to get it sorted.
I won’t remember that you hate mushrooms. I won’t remember your kids name or wife’s face. I’ll forget you birthday if it’s not in my calendar. I’ll tell you I need to focus on something for an hour and go take a nap.
We’ll get along just fine. But I will remember the kid’s face if they’re cool.
Fuck you mind your own business.
I try to be when I can muster up the courage to speak. I’ve always been taught to treat others like how you want to be treated and since I can’t handle people yelling and screaming I try to avoid that altogether. Even if you’re mean to me, I’ll try to be nice or I just don’t say anything.
75%. I have my moments, plus it’s hard to stay nice when there are so many assholes in the world.
I try. I don’t always succeed.
Nice to a fault. I think it’s because I try to be the person I always wish I would have had access to because I’ve never really had any support from anyone.
I, the same way. I’m in a pretty outspoken city, but I’m a bit more of a just give in and avoid having to yell at people person. I can get upset and yell when need be, but I don’t employ that tactic unless I lose my cool. Otherwise, I’m overly amenable and very much of the mindset “they’re probably having a tough day” or “it’s not really worth it/this doesn’t really affect me more than my slight disappointment.” And then I just get over it. Or sometimes I’ll think more about it later and wish I acted differently, but right now I can’t really think of a time where that happened, so did it really matter in the long run that I didn’t push harder for myself?
This is all ironic because my face doesn’t usually seem like the face of a nicer person. I grew up with rbf, mainly because I spent my teen years very angry about everything.
I’m far too nice.
I’m a lovely person to everyone until they show me that they don’t deserve it. After that, they are dead to me. Unfortunately, one of the people who has shown me that they don’t deserve my time or respect is me, so i treat myself like shit. This does not work out so well for me.
I gave a quarter to a cute homeless lady once so I’d say I’m pretty nice.
I’m not a nice person. I’m not a kind person. I’m not even a good person. I try to be all of those things and sometimes it feels like a struggle. I don’t think I’m evil or a total asshole or a sociopath or something. I just think it a metric we have to constantly check-in on and adjust. I don’t really trust people that think of themselves as nice, kind, or good. I don’t think I really agree with those people about what it really means to be nice, kind, or good. For example, I do believe the song got it right, sometimes you do need to be cruel to be kind in the right measure.
I don’t love this question.
I spent a huge chunk of my life putting so much focus into being “nice” that some friends sremovedd about me being “a doormat”.
Also? The word “nice” has so many soft negative connotations in 2024.
Subtext: if you’re “nice” you’re fundamentally un-interesting Subtext: if you’re “nice” you’re a push over and ripe to be taken advantage of.
GOOD person? MORAL person? OK.
Nice? Asking anyone to attribute this to themselves is a foot gun.
I’m nice to service workers. I am not nice to people on the freeway. Take from that what you will.
Most the time, but not all the time.
Honestly, dude. I would watch out for anyone who call themselves “nice”.
Nope. I actually never want to be described as nice.
Fair, though? Yes, I would like to think that I am fair.
