My mom is a nice person. Honestly? She's probably one of the nicest people in the world. She loves everyone, even when they smell weird which for me is a major hangup.
I wish I was more like my mom.
I will say that I have made great progress in being less judgmental and self-righteous, which are very important steps to take as a super mature adult. Somehow these noteworthy steps in my journey of personal growth have not yet translated into an increased ability to love others. I am nice in the sense that I will open your door when walking into a building, I am a courteous driver who will change lanes to get out of your way or let you merge if necessary (though I will mentally give you the bird), I have excellent manners, I tip well! These are all good things. Go me! But I still want to be a nicer person. I want to give people the benefit of the doubt, I want to let things roll of my back. I don't want to get annoyed so easily (this will take work). I wish I swore less (this will take a lot more work). I wish I felt more comfortable in social settings so that I didn't say weird things to make people laugh and then obsess over how that all came off for days following. It's a serious crutch I could do without.
I want to be a better listener.
And while we're at it, I should probably wash my hair more often and stop taking pictures like this at 11 pm.
I am a grown up woman. This kind of behavior is ridiculous.