One of the most frustrating arguments the husband and I constantly have is about my opinion of perfectly nice people.
Nice is probably one of the worst things I can say about someone, mostly because it means that ‘nice’ is the only generic descriptor I can come up with. To be nice is to offend — it is bland, it is unremarkable, it is simply agreeable.
But I would prefer, when I dislike someone who’s merely nice, that they not be nice at all. Because invariably, the husband will accuse me of treating a perfectly nice person meanly. In his opinion, unless someone has wronged you, there is no reason to dislike them — even if they’re boring, forgettable, and merely agreeable.
The husband is right, but that doesn’t change the fact that I tend to dislike those types of people all the same. So I guess I wish that the dull and unmemorable of the world would have the decency to quit being agreeable so that the husband and I could quit fighting over my disdain of someone whose only redeeming quality is “nice”.
Really interesting read! Honest..