What's A Nice Guy Like Me Doing...

You know what my biggest problem is? I'm too nice for my own good. Yep. It's a curse. As you have probably garnered, just from our brief time together, I am very reluctant to ever say anything negative. And yet, sometimes, I feel that it's in the best interest of others to hear the painful truth.
I'll give you a for instance. I was sitting in CiCi's Pizza the other day. There were a couple of semi-attractive women. Actually, they were probably more quarter attractive than semi, but I digress. One of the women had a little boy with her. I'm guessing he was her son. She looked at him like she loved him. And, let me tell you, the kid had a face only a mother could love.
I'm being sincere when I tell you the little tyke was the epitome of ugly. Now, I'm sure all you mothers out there are furious with me. But, if you are, stop and ask yourself why. For telling the truth? Hmm, me thinks I may have struck a nerve there.
There are ugly people in the world. That includes a fairly large number of ugly kids. Sometimes these kids grow up to be handsome adults. However, truth be told, they generally grow uglier.
So, how does all this relate to my being too nice? Well, it's like this...I was so worried that I would upset the mother that I didn't go up and offer some sort of condolences. I'm sure the mom must look at Junior sleeping in his bed at night, and think, "he really is ugly." Wouldn't it have been a kindness on my part to go up and tell the woman I'm sorry she has an ugly kid. I could maybe even hold out some false hope that he'll get better looking. That may have brightened her day.
But, did I do that? Nope. Why? You guessed it, I'm just too nice...too afraid of hurting someone's feelings.
Even if the woman did not realize her son was ugly, wouldn't it be good to call that to her attention now, while the kid is still quite young.
I know that if I'd been an ugly kid (thankfully, even the idea is laughable), I'd have appreciated my mother conditioning me so as to accept the painful truth. Actually, my problems growing up were similar to those of ugly kids, but for opposite reasons. Ugly kids can't get dates because they're too ugly. Really good looking people can't get dates because our looks are too intimidating. I discovered in my teen years, that my good looks were often off-putting. Girls wouldn't even call me back when I'd call their homes and leave a message with their mothers. I'm guessing they just didn't feel as if they could hold up their end of the conversation when speaking with a really good looking guy.
And sometimes when the girls would answer the phone (remember this was pre caller ID days), they'd nervously hang up as soon as they realized it was me. I didn't try and humiliate them. I didn't call attention to their deficiencies, because even as a youth, I was just too nice.
Why am I bringing all this up now? I've been doing some thinking. I've decided no more Mr. Nice-Guy. From now on, if I see an ugly kid, I'll proudly go right up to his mother and tell her. And, when you think about it, in some ways that's being even nicer.
And, since I'm so nice, I'm on a mission. I'm off to find ugly kids. If you know of some, let me know. I'll have a word with their mothers.