Words Matter… Context is Everything.

Following up on my article yesterday about being referred to as being “nice” or “too nice”, I had exchanges with two people on the word nice and how it can be viewed and what it says about the person being described in such a way. I would like to put both responses and then give my own as well.

Response 1: I agree with this wholeheartedly. “Nice” often feels like a shallow label — something people use to box you into compliance, to make you more palatable, or to take advantage of you without acknowledging your depth. It’s a performance that benefits others more than it does you, and it comes at a real cost to your mental, emotional and even physical well-being. Kindness, on the other hand, is a deliberate act. It comes from strength, not obligation. It doesn’t require self-erasure or perfection but instead demands authenticity and discernment. Being kind means honouring yourself first, setting boundaries and then choosing to extend care when it’s genuine. That’s real goodness. You’re right, Moonshine, nice gets you drained, but kind keeps you whole, and there’s nothing wrong with disappointing people if it means you finally stop disappointing yourself.

Response 2: “Nice” is an adjective that describes something as pleasant, agreeable, or satisfactory, but it can also mean kind, friendly, or polite in reference to a person’s behaviour. I think nice is a word that has evolved over time. When you see the definition of nice in the quote, then you may start to feel happier about the word. The bible doesn’t use the word nice, it is true, but the language of the day may have needed more emphasis. I sense your hurt deeply. Try and reframe the word nice to the above definition when remembering, I’m not sure if that will help…

According to Google, the word nice originally meant “ignorant” or “foolish,” derived from the Latin nescius, meaning “not knowing”. Over centuries, it evolved through French and English into a broad range of meanings, including “fussy,” “delicate,” “strange,” “shy,” and “dissolute”. The modern meaning of “pleasant” or “agreeable” emerged in the mid-18th century and is the sense that has become most common today. It is fascinating that although the modern interpretation and meaning are positive, I still felt the negative connotation of nice as a label when it was spoken to me. Nice, based on my readings, can be a dismissive (back-handed)compliment, meaning that someone is viewed as overly accommodating to gain approval. Added to this is the idea that someone who is overly accommodating prioritises the needs, desires, and comfort of others to such an extreme that their own needs, well-being, and sense of self are consistently neglected, often leading to burnout, resentment, and being taken advantage of. So, being called nice is for me an insult because of the situations and conversations in which the word was said. Nice, on its own, can be taken at face value as something good, but even the person using it may not be consciously aware of it. When I look at my life, it has been chapters written by an overly accommodating person who has made too many decisions that were not based on my skills, talents or interests but out of the need for approval by society or people I come in contact with and establish some type of relationship. So I do not want to be nice. I want to evolve.

I want to evolve to just being kind. Now again, according to Google, “kind” has two primary meanings: a type or sort of something, and having a friendly, sympathetic, or benevolent nature. Both meanings stem from the Old English word gecynd, meaning “natural disposition” or “nature,” which itself comes from the Proto-Germanic root kundi-, related to kunjam (“family”) and ultimately the Proto-Indo-European root gene-, meaning “to give birth”. This root suggests an original sense of inherent nature, class, or generation, which evolved into both the concept of a “kind” or category and the sense of natural, positive feelings associated with one’s family, leading to “kindness”. Being kind is all about authenticity. From the definition and explanation above, I want to take the term “natural disposition” and, from that, look at its synonym “innate”. Innate means something that exists in a person or thing from birth, is an essential part of its nature, or is a natural, inherent quality rather than something learned or acquired through experience. Being nice is authenticity that does not require compensation or overcompensation. In the bible, the word nice is never used, but the word kind can be found in several scriptures:

Galatians 5:22-23 -“But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, forbearance, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness and self-control.

Ephesians 4:32 -“Be kind and compassionate to one another, forgiving each other, just as in Christ God forgave you”.

1 Corinthians 13:4- “Love is patient, love is kind”

Proverbs 12:25: “Anxiety weighs down the heart, but a kind word cheers it up”.

2 Samuel 9:7: “And David said to him, ‘Do not fear, for I will show you kindness for the sake of your father Jonathan, and I will restore to you all the land of Saul your father, and you shall eat at my table always. ‘”.

The bible is saturated with examples of Jesus engaging people with truth, challenging their behaviour, thoughts and intentions. Being kind means showing love, being compassionate, forgiving and upholding truth. It means uplifting others, reflecting the love of Christ. Being kind means having the courage to say no, even if it causes discomfort, speaking the truth, even if no one agrees or supports your action. Being kind takes strength, and it takes courage. One of the most vivid depictions of this is the incident where Jesus went into the temple and overturned all the commercial tables, saying, “Get these out of here! Stop turning my Father’s house into a market!”. It was not done to please those people but to save their souls, to save worshippers from exploitation. He was not nice, but he was kind. His motive was to save them and make them aware of their danger in carrying out such activities in the house of the Lord. In that situation, he did not focus on being agreeable or avoiding disturbances; he was not seeking followers and so was not concerned about projecting an image palatable to those he chastised. Further, he did not avoid the truth of the situation by remaining silent, nor did he do it expecting to receive applause. He was not trying to be nice, but he acted out of kindness even if the people at that time did not recognise it as such.

So when I consider all these, I have to say there is a value in being kind and not nice that I want to achieve. I do not want to be nice because nice has kept me silent, rooted and furled tight like a flower that is still waiting to bloom. The bible holds truths and lessons that cannot be negated, and one such truth is the importance and value of being kind. It’s nice to be nice, but it’s much more powerful and freeing to be kind.

My life got better when I realised I didn’t have to be nice. Nice got me run over, stressed out, & disrespected. I’m not nice. I’m a good person.” (unknown)

Layers

They seem stuck
hard to get off
but I must...

Shame hides me
tried to make me a ghost
durian strong
it lingers.
I peel back it's claws
watch it disappear.

Doubt burns -
burnt flesh nauseate
it reaches out to embrace...
I turn away
and let it slip down the drain.

Envy feeds on the bones of love -
bitter and venomous
life withers in its path
Even so
it tries to seduce
it must go
so,
I flung it over the cliff.

Fear digs deep...
drawing blood...
releasing Ethyl Mercaptan...
I almost pass out
but I removed it -
it slithered and slid away
screaming vengeance.

Now I am naked.
Ready
Rebirth.

A Prisoner in Your Head: Maladaptive Daydreaming a Blessing or Curse?

My story is my story not mal not adaptive and certainly not daydreaming! 2024 has been a hard year. It has threatened to drown me. I could not swim. I had no life jacket – only the dreams in my head. I would sit for hours reflecting on my failings and then reject my reality for my daydream. In this world, I create I can be anybody – and everybody. I never fail or make a mistake. I could edit my stories until they satisfied me. I felt free. For a few hours, I was free.

I was the best in my world. I felt no pain. No one hurt me or did me wrong. In my world I was strong. I did not need anybody else. I could build my island and eject or admit whoever I please. But it was mine, in a world where I had no space. I went into my head. I stayed there for an hour to find the grace to come back into my hell for a time. But I knew anywhere any time I could go back and be safe.

“You are falling behind.” “You better pay attention.” No. I can stay for however long I want and the world will stop to let me be. Who could say what hour or the time of day, but me, I made it so. But things got slow in the real world and so my fake world became real and the real became fake and then I got confused. I became locked in my world and lost the key longer and longer each time. I stayed there a willing prisoner and hoped no one would notice or at least would not burst the bubble.

But while they label my world, a “compulsive fantasy” and try to attach blame I remain committed to my prison. There is nothing more important than saving my world, I can allow those childish dreams to die because they were never real. Those wish upon a star dreams never came true and left with what to do I crafted a new world and planted seeds that would take root. While I must physically stay in the world I now hate more and more, I crave the world no one sees but me. I crave it more than food, more than the air I breath

Use What You Have…

Do you have a little money?
Use it
use it all.
If you have a nice house
use it
If you have a nice car
use it
If have pretty clothes
use it
All the diamonds and pearl
use it
have a healthy body?
Use it!
have dreams laid out?
Use them!
ways to mould your world?
use it!
Have one idea on a cloud?
pluck it
use it.
Just have a hope and a smile?
Use it.
If you just have faith
use it
Use it
use it!
Anything you have
use it.
Remember now
Make sure you do,
see,
it blossoms...



While I wait…

While I wait -
Let me just say
It is not great -
I have to day
I will wait.
I see the glimmer
of hope as it shivers
awake
stretching just so
over the rainbow
so for my sake
I will wait.
Though seas of shadows
lap at me,
they break
then I can see
the impossibilites...
my home
site now is driftwood
on it I shift
see on it
budding olive leaves
peeking up at me,
I smile,
wave hello,
because I know...
I must wait.

Position Yourself

Seek and you will find
the tangible truth
of you
stand firm
do not turn
away from the way.
be honest
about your desires
then leave them
on the alter
do not wonder
what you will find
when you trust
is a sign
that you must
walk a path
lonely
with traveller's dust
to align yourself
stand
walk
run.

Keep Pouring

Look away from your troubles and keep your eyes on the light. This is hard but we must. To look at the troubles is to look at Medusa and get stuck. You begin to try everything, but God. You become so bitter, preoccupied with the things sent to destroy and hold your dreams and faith captive. I see the river rushing by and at first, it seems violent. What should I do about this? Shame gripped me. My faith was weak. I trusted in people to get beyond the challenge not God. My faith was weak. In everything and everyone but God. God stripped away everything I felt was needed and I was left naked. So he could cloth me in His raments. I thought I needed certain things and people until I needed an ultimate provider. But it was God.

Pay attention. The obvious is so simple it fools you into thinking it’s harmless. We have been led away by our own desire. We become consumed by the things that will distract us and make our lives that much harder. Protect your peace, stay connected to God and do not walk in the spirit of unforgiveness. Don’t doubt that you can do what you are already doing. You won’t sink. Unless you take your eyes off Jesus. Keep going but that’s how you know you are on the right track. You keep going. Allow yourself to be moulded when “instant” is missing and “Waiting” stands ten feet tall. You are naturally confused, except for the confidence in the Lord. Keep going. when the fire burns hot, the lion circles, teeth bare white and sharp. keep going. You will walk through it. Keep pushing.

Your oil, that’s enough. A small jar of olive oil. Enough to light a flame in the secret place. So I poured the little oil into every little jar and it wouldn’t stop like a waterfall it came down. The oil never stopped:

She left him and shut the door behind her and her sons. They brought the jars to her and she kept pouring. When all the jars were full, she said to her son, “Bring me another one.”

But he replied, “There is not a jar left.” Then the oil stopped flowing

Keep pouring, till all the jars are full to filled and then rest.