Confrontation reminds us that, more often than not, logic does not prevail over raw emotion. It reminds us that, because of that fact, innocent people can get hurt for no apparent reason at all.

Being nice can be a way of blending into the background and disappearing; of being so sweet, so complacent and passive that we are too ineffectual to be considered a threat to anyone. It is a way for us to stay safe. For some it can also be away of deflecting attention so that they can fly below the radar. They never draw enough interest as to be questioned. In both cases it becomes a way of disengaging from other people. A way of becoming self absorbed, safe and anonymous. Underneath it all it also breeds a rage so potent that it smolders just behind the eyes at all times. It is fueled by every injury unaddressed, every snide comment left without an apology to accompany it and every theft of dignity, real or imagined, that ever happened. That kind of rage will lash out and surprise even the person in whom it lives, but most of the time one can temporarily recover from the inconvenience by being extra nice. So the cycle continues.
Being nice is evil.
I seem to be pretty good at it.

[via Milestoned]