Nice People

I am pretty nice person, I really like to help people, mostly because it makes me feel good - so there goes that saying that there really is no selfless act ... but that's not what this is about. this is more of a reminiscent blog - about how for some reason growing up I always left my nicest friends in the dust. Honestly, I believe I think it was a self worth, self esteem issue. I somehow thought being rude or a little stand-offish was cool, and man I wanted to be cool. My friend Jessica Cantor was one of the sweetest, nicest, coolest people I knew - and for whatever reason we kind of grew apart. I don't really know why, I am sure it was my fault, and I kick myself for moving away from some of those people in my life. I think I couldn't stand on my own two feet and leaned on my stronger friends and therefore felt that some how being nice was weak? I know, dumb. I know myself better now, trust myself more, stand on my own two feet better. And know that nice, is well, just that, nice. I surround myself with really good friends who not only would I do anything for them - but they would do anything for me in return. I just wonder how many Jessica Cantor's of the world I let slip away because I wasn't strong enough to realize rude was rude and nice was not my weakness - but my strength.