Saturday, August 27, 2016

Throwback Blog: I'm No Longer Nice

Blogger’s Note: Throwback blogs are blogs from my past. I start posting past blogs reflecting what I wrote. It's like my "A Second Look" blogs for which I give myself feedback.

Today's throwback blog is titled I'm No Longer Nice in Mar 2010. I was inspired to blog when all of my classmates liked our Financial Accounting II instructor except me during De Anza College Winter 2010 Quarter. They liked her because she taught straight from the book and she was nice. I said nice people are boring people. I believe successful people must be good people. Good people are strong people. Nice people finish last. Do you agree it's better to be a good person than a nice person? Read the throwback. You choose.

The end of Payroll Accounting class yesterday, I talked to two students about good and bad accounting instructors. We talked about my Financial Accounting II instructor. Everyone likes my Financial Accounting II instructor except me. Everyone likes her because she's nice. I agree she's nice. She teaches straight from the book. She wants all her students to pass her class.

Before yesterday, the top reason why I don't like her is because she teaches straight from the book. Even though my grade is an A, I don't recommend her. She makes sure her students know what's required for the mid-terms. In contrast, my Financial Accounting I instructor told stories. He was boring sometimes. He shared experiences. Grades are important for transfers, graduations, and sometimes jobs; however, there is more to life than grades.

I have a new top reason why I recommend avoiding her classes. She's nice. There's nothing wrong with nice people. I believe nice people are boring people. It's hard for me to get along with boring people. I don't like people being too polite, too thankful, too sorry, and asking too many questions. I don't like conversations on weather, what time it is, and topics that has nothing to do with the present moment. It's OK to change the subject. It's timing and discretion that dictates a change in subject.

Five years ago, I believed nice guys could finish first. Nice guys were awesome. I was a nice guy. I was polite. Two years ago, I wanted to be called a good guy. I wasn't a good guy. I still was a nice guy. Yesterday, I declared I'm no longer a good guy. I'm starting to understand and to learn what it takes to be a good guy.

Good guys are not boring guys. Good guys are not nice guys. Good guys are not the guys I described in the third paragraph. Good guys have fun. Good guys seek adventures. Good guys say jokes. (I need improvement on saying jokes. I'm still working on saying more funny jokes and less corny jokes.) Good guys show discretion. Good guys are action. Good guys are nasty, bittersweet, and can be bad asses. Good guys have balls. Sometimes we must be asshoes.

Furthermore, I have a better understanding why women hate nice guys. Women don't want polite guys; guys who say, act, and obey whatever his girls says or demands; and wimpy guys. Women don't want guys I described in the third paragraph. Women don't want guys who are plain and always being the usual.

No more Mr. Nice Guy. I'm a good guy.


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