We live in a world today that turns its nose up at the mere admittance of any emotion or feeling. We live in a world today where being nice to someone isn't the norm anymore.

It's weird when someone is. And that's sad.

We don't like the people who like us. We automatically assume that they have some ulterior motive. For some reason, we seem to find it absolutely ridiculous and impossible that someone out there could possibly like us. They must be flawed on some extreme level if they would want to waste their time attempting to know us better. Because we only want the ones who won't even bat an eye at us--the ones we see as better than us. The ones that we're used to and can predict the actions and reactions of.

We cringe away from the people who are too nice to us. We aren't used to it. We are so accustomed to people turning us down, bailing on us, and calling us out on our imperfections that when a genuinely nice person finally does come around, we don't know how to react. And most of the time, we react wrong.

It's stupid and comical and really makes you think about where the human race is going.

So why did it become so cool to not care about things? Why do we act like we aren't interested even though we are, and since when has the act of being nice to someone been something to look down on? When did the nice people become the minority? How did we become so self-absorbed that we forgot to even think about lending out a helping hand to a friend, neighbor, or classmate?

I suppose there is a big warning sign in bright red letters saying "Stop: this could potentially hurt you in the end."

People don't like to open up and leave themselves vulnerable to others. I can't sit here and believe I'm above it all because I do the same things. I immediately question the people who seem to care too much about me. I guess I've just been burned too many times by the nice people who turned out to be not-so-nice after all. Hence the walls I've put up that are about the size of what Trump wants to build around our borders (another rant that I won't get into right now). But they're freaking large.

Everything is on repeat. We're nice, we get hurt, we recover, and do it all over again. It's a never ending cycle. Or is it...maybe we've all just hit our breaking points.

I have no answers. I'm merely just the messenger.

But the next time an old friend asks you how you've been doing, don't ignore them. The next time you see someone need help with a door or groceries, don't hesitate. The next time you start doubting yourself, knock that shit right out.

Perhaps we don't think we deserve to be loved. We don't think we deserve to have people be nice to us. But maybe that's where we need to start. We're the generation that hates on itself constantly. Maybe we can't be nice to other people because we can't even be nice to ourselves yet.

It makes no sense but all the sense in the world.