A Poem: Pressure

The pressure to be nice
To people in real life
That you don’t like
Surely causes stress.


only real-person, I’ve been nice to, is mom lately.

I need a representative.


I view it in a vindictive manner. When I don’t like someone, it’s usually because they disliked me first. So, knowing how much they hate me, I like to be as sweet as possible. Then, they have to either be nice back, or look like a total jerk.

Hmmm… Nice strategy ! :smile:

Reminds me of how Marie talks to people in Everybody Loves Raymond.

Me too that’s the only one