Being nice doesn't always mean being a sucker.
Being nice doesn't always mean being a sucker.
MY GRANDMOTHER IS A SUCKER! She currently has two moochers (a "friend" or more accurately acquaintance she met once and exchange pleasantries with and now her husband) living in her tiny apartment in a home for the disabled and elderly. She's not allowed to have subletters so if her landlord finds out, she's out on the street, or worse (from her outlook) living with us. Honestly, my parents have been trying to get her to so much as visit us over the past four years and she won't set foot past the city line. And when my mom calmly advises her to give her "friends" an ultimatum, my grandmother yells and fusses like a cranky seven-year-old.
My dad is also a sucker when it comes to family. He often goes out of his way for his brother and sister and is currently enslaved to his own mother who abuses his kindness as if it's owed to her. He walks her dumbass dog which she originally allowed to drink coke. He has repeatedly shampooed her carpets because she's too old and frail to properly potty-train her own damned dog which she insisted on purchasing as a "cute puppy." I tell you there is nothing anyone of you on this site could possibly say to me about family that could convince she's anything but a malevolent witch. By the way, she has diabetes and once picked a scab that left her bleeding to the point she almost died and she would have if my dad hadn't driven over there to get her to the hospital.
Jack: How do you know?
Will: It's more of a feeling really.
Jack: Well, that's not scientific. Feeling isn't knowing. Feeling is believing. If you believe it, you can't know because there's no knowing what you believe. Then again, no one should believe what they know either. Once you know anything that anything becomes unbelievable if only by virtue of the fact you now... know it. You know?
Will: No.
If Demolition Man were remade today
Huxley: What's wrong? You broke contact.
Spartan: Contact? I didn't even touch you.
Huxley: Don't you want to make love?
Spartan: Is that what you call this? Why don't we just do it the old-fashioned way?
Huxley: NO!
Spartan: Whoa! Okay, calm down.
Huxley: Don't tell me to calm down!
Spartan: What's gotten into you? 'Cause it sure as hell wasn't me.
Huxley: Physical relations in the way of intercourse are no longer acceptable John Spartan.
Spartan: What? Why the hell not?
Huxley: It's the law, John. And for your information, the very idea that you suggested it makes me feel personally violated.
Spartan: Wait a minute... violated? Huxley what the hell are you accusing me of here?
Huxley: You need to leave, John.
Spartan: But Huxley.
Huxley: Get out!
Moments later Spartan is arrested for "violating" Huxley.
By the way, that's called satire. Get over it.
I guess I significantly accelerated the process of getting my and my former housemates' tenancy deposits returned, but it's been a while since I got to do a spontaneous good deed for anyone beyond planting birthday cards in locations for people to find; September's a big birthday month for us :P
And y'all are correct: being nice doesn't always mean being a sucker, a lesson I have yet to learn apparently. It's why I straddle the line between nice and complete twat all the time.
I like to buy presents for my boyfriend Thanks, GoG and Steam sales!