Sometimes Nice Is Not My Color!

I remember when I was in the 4th grade and at a Communal Penance Service at my childhood church. It was the new era of the face to face confession. I was in a line anticipating my confession. The station happened to be right up on the altar too. No pressure or anything. I wast trying to line up my latest sins. I confessed to the Priest that I hadn't been "nice" to my brothers and sisters and to my parents and maybe to my friends. Right away he said ,"you don't HAVE to be nice all of the time!" Not being "nice" is not really a sin!" This really threw me and after that, I would always dread confession time. Anyways, I had to fire yet another overnite nurse this past sunday. She came into work and right away, I could tell she had medicated herself with something. It was very bizarre and I had this feeling of fear. I made her leave right away and she will not come back. SO, I wasn't feeling too "nice" after that, but I experienced a feeling of fight or flight and had to get her away from me. I spent about an hour planted in front of my door so she couldn't come back in. My chair blocking the door until my nurse could come back and help me out. It has taken me a long time to realize that I don't have to be nice all of the time, just maybe most of the time.