This was supposed to be the week of good deeds, but it was more of the week of me desperately trying to prove I’m a good person who does nice things for people all the time.

I was really sick for half the week so I was too concerned about myself not feeling like a sack of expired meat to really go out of my way to be nice. I really don’t know what it says about me that it’s hard to give my BEST friends compliments. Is that like a masculinity thing? I don’t know.

I never minded being nice; I can’t imagine not trying to get on most people’s good side, but starting a day by saying “Hey, let’s make a positive impact” is too much pressure for me somehow. I’m happy. I know that and that’s enough for me, but mostly because I like reflecting on myself. Call it narcissism, call it meditation, I think I know what works for me.