Is there such a thing as being too nice? I never used to think so. Whenever I would see someone in need, I would be the first person to rush to their aid. Most of the time, they’d be appreciative and I’d feel good for having done a good deed and then we’d each go our way. However, I do admit that sometimes being kind can backfire because some people are fucking weirdos, man.
Following what I thought would be a simple act of kindness—offering to give a stranded punk kid a ride home from a show—he immediately lit up a butt without asking and then launched into a diatribe about fluoride and the globalists.
After a long ride of me biting my tongue, I dropped him off on his block and sped away, thinking that was the end of it. However, he found me on Instagram and now seems to think we’re best friends. His profile bio has a link to infowars.com and he keeps sending me Jimmy Dore video links. Last week he showed up at my house (how’d he figure out where I live?) asking if I could give him some clean piss.
That was the last straw. At this point, I’ve just been ignoring people altogether. Just this morning, I saw a guy that had fallen on the sidewalk. His leg was busted up pretty bad and he was pleading for help. I just kept walking and said, “Yeah, right. I don’t think so, buddy.” I’m sure my therapist will be proud of me for finally standing up for myself!