V-Day is for Virgins, Kindness is for Kooks

As a single girl (not by choice), I should be annoyed by the approaching holiday celebrating some martyred saints no one knows much about. Honestly, I could really care less about it anymore. When I was younger and more innocent, I spent Valentine's Day after Valentine's Day with high hopes. I was always in serious relationships and I expected some sort of romantic gesture from my suitor. In the end, I was lucky if I got flowers and maybe a less than desirable meal. Now, I'm just happy that the pressure is off and that I can  expect nothing from February 14th except a busy day at work. But this blog isn't really about Valentine's Day. It should be titled:

Random Acts of Kindness 
Being a nice person will get you walked all over...


.....Oh, I'm sorry you wanted more? I thought the title + subtitle was self explanatory, but I will elaborate. My Best Friend Stephen says you have to accept the consequences of your actions. If you want to do something nice, you have to be ok with the possible result that no one will say thank you. If you've read my last blog, you know that I'm pretty accustom to hearing only the negative complaint instead of the positive phrase. But what if it's more than that?

So you spend your time and money making food for your co workers to boost moral and no one verbally appreciates it; not a big deal. Honestly, I know better than to expect a thank you; it's so much more than that. Everyday I experience that not only is my kindness not recognized, but used as an Achilles' Heel to take me down to others' unhappy level. People see caring as an emotion, and society tells us emotional people are weak. Just like a predator will pray on the frail, these sad people use the caring as their punching bags. They see our heart's exposed and shoot it with a black arrow, piercing us just like Bard kills Smaug. **ya I just pulled out The Hobbit reference** 
It's hard enough to not be rewarded for being nice, but to be punished is just incomprehensible. What kind of world do will we live in if the good are hunted by the cold-hearted? Maybe I'm overreacting. Maybe you will read this and leave me comments of the glorious appreciations you have received for being a charitable person. I really hope you do. All I know is I see the people who never look up to give someone the time of day and they rarely get attacked. Survival of the fittest. Sometimes the best way to survive is keeping your head down and talking to no one. But let's be honest, a leopard can't change it's spots and I can't stop being nice to people. So at least I can admit I have a target on my back and a huge arrow pointing me out to all those that need an easy mark. Go ahead, take your shot. Honestly, you can't say anything mean about me that I haven't already thought of myself. Maybe the best kindness I can give is allowing others a person to displace their anger on. I'll see you tomorrow, I'll be the one with the exposed left breast. Don't get the reference? Look it up!