Why am I nice?

What is the point? Am I nice just because it is expected, or because I want to be? I would have much rather custom-tailored this woman from top to bottom, but I gave her a hug. What was THAT about? I am so cordial to Shannon, even though she is the one being a fucktard all the time. Seriously, "He calls me his princess"? If only all guys could get a fine piece of ass like that for such a simple little fleeting statement. Being nice is the biggest lie humanity has accepted for itself. You ignore reality, let yourself get ass-raped with a pitchfork, and try to smile. We all take our turns being the ashole, but much like any small child, you may not learn your place, and never grow past such a stage.