I really hate myself sometimes.
Today on my flight, a man was sitting in my assigned seat. I approached him and said, “36C?”
He just looked at me.
Cue awkward pause.
Him: “Oh, is this your seat?”
Me: “Yeah, I think so. But I can switch with you.”
Him: “Yeah, that’d be great.”
Why do I continue to do nice things, even in situations that don’t call for it? I told him I didn’t mind… BUT I DID.
I wanted to be near the front. I wanted to be in an aisle seat—like I was supposed to be. But once again, I just had to go and be nice.
Although in the end, I wasn’t really being nice. I was just being a doormat.
So instead of being furiously upset with myself or this guy for being in my seat and then not even offering to move, I’ll just take a deep breath and take this as a lesson learned.
Don’t sacrifice your happiness just for the sake of being nice.
Take what’s yours.