This award is for those bloggers who are nice people; good blog friends and those who inspire good feelings and inspiration. Also for those who are a positive influence on our blogging world. Once you’ve been awarded please pass it on to 7 others who you feel are deserving of this award.
I have to admit that I am kind of chuckling about this award. I love Kristen and am glad that she thought of me, but I am conflicted about being called nice. First of all, the actual picture is completely not me. It's all pink and flowers and fancy shoes. Much too girly.
As I commented in Slouching Mom's Nice Matters post, I used to be called nice when I was younger and I was offended. I thought nice meant boring. I was always trying, unsuccessfully, to shed my goody-goody, girl-next-door image. Don't get me wrong, I've had my fair share of bad-girl moments, it's just that, underneath any pretending, that's really not me. I'm the one that follows the rules and the one time I don't, I get caught. And everyone says, "I thought she had a good head on her shoulders, you'd never expect this from her."
So I used to actually say, "I'm NOT nice" because I figured people who labeled me that simply didn't know me well enough to come up with something more specific to say. Did you ever do the team-building thing (probably at camp or a sorority retreat) where you sit in a circle and write your name at the top of a piece of paper? Then everyone passes their paper to their left and writes a positive comment about the person who's paper they now have. When your paper gets back to you, it is full of all kinds of confidence boosting adjectives. My paper always said "Super nice!!" 20 times. Great. It might as well have said "Super boring!!"
And, the truth is, I'm not really nice. I'm not the friend who remembers birthdays, who always calls back, who chats amicably with store clerks, who makes presents for teachers, who does little thoughtful things for others. I am more of the friend who is always apologizing for being such a shitty friend and talks too much about herself. I might make you laugh and I might make you think, but I am probably not the person who brings you a meal or offers to watch your children when you're sick.
It's not that I'm mean. Although, I've also been known to say things I shouldn't and make people uncomfortable. I think it is better to be honest than to be nice and lie. But, I don't actively try not to be nice. At least not anymore.
I think I am pretty much as inconsistent here in the blogging world. I am trying to keep up. To comment and post and link and be a good bloggy friend. I am enamored with some of the blogging friends I've made. I want to be more like them. I appreciate so much that they've been nice to me.
This award is supposed to be passed on to 7 (!) people. Yeah, that's not going to happen, I barely know 7 bloggers.
I would have given it to these people if they didn't already receive it:
Kristen at Fromheretothereandback because she is a real writer who started blogging when I did and is so much better at it than me, but keeps encouraging me anyway.
Her Bad Mother because, even though she is super popular, she returned my e-mails about BlogHer and encouraged me to go (I just wish I had had something intelligent to say to her there. I was all "you're great" and nothing else, dork). And she is serious about wanting the blogosphere to be inclusive and for us not to feel like it is high school revisited.
If my two friends who are about to start blogs (yes, I'm talking about you Laura, and you, Lori G.) were already blogging, I'd definitely give it to them.
OK, can I be original?
Julie from mothergoosemoose because she is cool and snarky and political and anti-religion and still super nice. She helped me get to BlogHer too!
I Am Bossy because she is very nice, I met her at BlogHer, and, well, she lives near me and maybe she'd be nice enough to get together and give me some PhotoShop/Graphic Arts tips.
The title of this post is dedicated to my partner in trying-not-to-be-nice when we were in high school (are you reading girlfriend?). A younger and obviously way more bad than me boy, once told me I was "wholesome, just like milk" in our World Affairs class. I felt like the biggest loser, although, looking back now, I think he had a crush on me and was maybe trying to corrupt me.