I've always been blamed for being too nice. Too many so-called friends have stepped all over me. But I kept assuming the best of humankind. I insisted on trusting (in a non-naïve way) and giving. It's not so easy to become my friend, but once you do, I will forever be there for you.

All my friends have told me that this attitude towards others will bring me nothing but pain. While it's true that I get disappointed and hurt often, I also receive the advantages of having a true friend and a trustworthy companion. It's amazing how magical a relationship becomes once both parties are non-cynical and open.

So, over the years, I've consistently chosen to love with all my heart over being protective and distant. When in doubt I've given unexpectedly. I don't mean to say that I'm an angel. I make mistakes. I hurt people. I say stupid things. But I always try to be the best I can be and I always try to assume the best of people with whom I haven't previously interacted.

I get bitter when hurt and I get angry, but I know that I'd still rather be me than a selfish bastard. Maybe cause I can sleep better this way. I've continually struggled with the idea of how I could be selfish. So have Six and Owen, I think. And somehow I've always come around to realize that this is the way I was built and this is the only way I can live with myself.

It all made sense when my psychology teacher started talking about Adler. Adler had this theory, which says that every human feels inferior as a child. So we, humans, compensate by striving to be the best we can be. Trying to be better than others happens when this feeling is perverted. And Adler says that if you're selfish, then you're neurotic.

Now, that, I like!

Previously? Shitty Manners.