"Nice"

 I used to be nice. Too nice to pursue what I wanted if it meant inconveniencing anyone in any way at all because I needed everyone to like me because I was insecure. I was miserable. 

I think I eventually realized, roughly, that nobody’s keeping score in this world and there’s probably no prize at the end for being the nicest, most likable guy who has ever lived. 

And that it’s okay to make people feel uncomfortable. We’re not supposed to be comfortable all the time. A lot of people, especially female people, actually like it when you make them kind of uncomfortable: it makes them feel alive.