"You're so nice!". I hear this phrase at least twice a day, and most of the time I don't mind and reply with the obligatory "Thank you.". Than there are the other times..the times where I do something "nice" that I really don't want to do. It's those times where I spew the words "yes, of course!" like a sweet venom. Sweet for the receiver but concealed with a dose of angst inside of myself about doing it.
I said "yes" to babysitting, and listened to a child whine over the amount of time it has taken me to get the Netflix show he want's on while contemplating why I chose this instead of getting my nails done. I have said "yes" to "loaning" money to distant friends while my gut told me that I would never see those precious dollars I had worked so hard for back. I have said "yes" to dinners with people that suck my energy dry and make me want to repeatedly bang my face into the dish of pasta I'm eating while wailing like a small child. Why? because I'm "nice".