While silent kindness is the most altruistic, there is such thing as taking it too far.
I used to maintain the strictest secrecy about all my good deeds. I thought acting like a shit person in public would be a nice disguise. Until I convinced everyone that I truly was a shit person, with no redeeming qualities.
Then I had less and less opportunities to do secret good deeds, as people regarded me with distrust and suspicion. Eventually even kindness was received as a sleight. I had to withdraw, and now I can only do nice things when I can cover my tracks so thoroughly that no one will ever know where it even came from.
I’ve gotten myself into a good bit of trouble sneaking around trying to find opportunities to do nice things. Don’t be afraid to be seen being kind.
Not too long ago, I filled my grandmas car with gas thinking it was a nice thing to do and not mentioning it because a good deed isn’t a good deed if you brag? Anyhow she thought her fuel gauge was broken, overflowed her tank and ended up needing the condensers (?) replaced.
I thought that story was gonna end with gramma waving her cane and yelling “She only takes high octane, you little punk! I raised your momma better than this!”
While silent kindness is the most altruistic, there is such thing as taking it too far.
I used to maintain the strictest secrecy about all my good deeds. I thought acting like a shit person in public would be a nice disguise. Until I convinced everyone that I truly was a shit person, with no redeeming qualities.
Then I had less and less opportunities to do secret good deeds, as people regarded me with distrust and suspicion. Eventually even kindness was received as a sleight. I had to withdraw, and now I can only do nice things when I can cover my tracks so thoroughly that no one will ever know where it even came from.
I’ve gotten myself into a good bit of trouble sneaking around trying to find opportunities to do nice things. Don’t be afraid to be seen being kind.
Not too long ago, I filled my grandmas car with gas thinking it was a nice thing to do and not mentioning it because a good deed isn’t a good deed if you brag? Anyhow she thought her fuel gauge was broken, overflowed her tank and ended up needing the condensers (?) replaced.
I thought that story was gonna end with gramma waving her cane and yelling “She only takes high octane, you little punk! I raised your momma better than this!”
Nah, I knew that part (also my grandma walks 2 miles a day and has no need for a cane).
Batman? Is that you?
I am the night