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Ohhhhhh, you thought I was talking about the other "N" word??? Nope. No sir, no ma'am, not here. Not with this post (Maybe later). I'm referring to the "N" word as in....NICE.
First things first: Let me just say this. Being nice is not a sign of weakness. Smiling doesn't mean you're soft or your "thug" levels are slowly dissolving. Letting someone merge into traffic doesn't mean you're a wimpy, scary driver. Giving someone a friendly compliment doesn't mean you want to marry him/her. Not. At. All. Nothing could be farther from the truth. It just means you're....nice. And there's nothing wrong with that.
I idolized my grandma growing up. She'd sit with me for hours and give me THE best advice. One of the greatest things she ever told me was to 'be nice.' And in true "keep it real" fashion, she never added a lot of ingredients to those two simple words. She was so sweet. She'd say, "Be nice 'cuz you never know what someone is going through." That's it! Simple.
She taught me a lot, but that stayed with me. I was always a nice kid. Polite, mannerable and easy-going. Not much has changed. I'm still the same.
I pity people who are hell bent on being mean. Typically when someone is mean and nasty, other traits like 'vindictive,' 'arrogant,' 'rude,' and 'bitter' are a part of their twisted energy too. What a sad, sad life. Oh well. *shrugs*
Those folks don't stop me from being nice. No friggin way! It's in my DNA. It's what my grandma taught me. And it's a comfortable place for me. If I'm mad about something (doesn't happen often), I won't become a horrible, ugly Cruella de Vil. I'll most likely become quiet. Extra quiet. And if THAT happens? Whew. :) D *Nice people often add a smiley icon after saying something slightly mean*
If you're a genuinely nice person, do me a favor and continue to be that way. I bet you're smiling as you're reading this right now. Nice people smile often...it's so easy for us! And for those who choose to live a different kind of life? Hey--If that brings you joy and contentment, I guess... Just be sure to tell "Karma" I said Hi when you run into her. She's a beyotch!
I love Twitter. I can't live without it. Not for the obvious reasons you think, either. See...I'm a bonafide, unapologetic, Grade A news junkie. With Twitter, I can connect with reputable newsmakers anytime and anywhere I want. Whew. Yes. That's incredibly dope to me. #nerd
I love the cadence and speed of it too. It moves fast. Like, Danica Patrick fast! Fact: Twitter broke the news about Michael Jackson's death, the Hudson River plane crash and Osama bin Laden's raid & death. THAT's how fast it works. If you don't "get" it. I advise you to get into it. If you're in PR and you're not on Twitter....drop the "P" and the "R" from your job description, pack your stuff, do not pass Go and kindly....leave. Yep, I went there. *files nails*
Anyway, I digress.... So yeah, I love Twitter.
Here's the problem. *sigh* You know the small area at the top of a person's/company's Twitter profile? The area that should have a picture/image/logo and a description listed? Yeah, that one. I really want people to stop leaving that section blank. STOP.
First of all, it's 2012. We gotta move past the default "Twitter egg with no bio" purgatory place. I mean, who wants to connect with an egg?! Come. On! Having an egg as a profile picture (with no bio) is equal to someone showing up to a Democratic dinner party wearing a Mitt Romney costume. Awwwwkward.
And Eggheads...listen. I won't follow you. I won't talk to you. I won't acknowledge you. No. No. No. Not gonna happen! Not until you take a sec, upload a picture and create your bio. My tip: Don't stress about it...keep it simple. Think about your interests, prioritize (business vs. personal) and remember key words (Twitter is a search engine.) Click here to see mine. If you need more help, hit me up. Remember, I'm here for you. :)
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If you ever need to show someone what "swag" means *sips smoothie*.....
