Nice Never Lasts: Wear Recycle Theory 4

I was sitting at the table squirting a zappos piece. Amos and I were battling over dishes in the sink. I told him not to do them, he had washed some of mine earlier. He looked at me and said, “You said you hate dishes, and I said I like dishes”. I argued for balance. The moment ended and silently, in a non-combative way went I back to my sculpture.

While spraying the water on the sculpture, my mind then went back into the conversation. It continued this conversation, as it often does with situations and interactions. It bounced back and forth from memory to memory. The interaction was reenacted, sometimes with word replacement to discover alternatives to the conversation. I stopped on one line; nice never lasts.

I realized at that moment that this was the first new Wear Recycle theory in quite a few months. The idea that nice never lasts completely explains why I choose honest asshole over a nice person. I don’t trust nice. Nice means you’re not going to tell me what you really think. Nice means you think about what is appropriate before you speak what’s on your mind. I only trust raw straight statements. I don’t comprehend holding back.

It all makes sense. It’s only a matter of time before real monster personality is revealed. I’d rather know the shit, lay it on the table. But has this ever been a successful match making process? Not at all.

The question that decides whether this is relevant in the Wear Recycle dialogue is figuring out where this pattern comes from. This is going to take time. I’ve never really thought about this before.