As a person who has received through genetics and upbringing the lot of depression, I have come to experience in my relatively short life quite a good deal of melancholy. Days in which I am not dead, but not quite alive, and not sure how much longer I want to be. While this has been my curse it has also been my blessing. On my good days, I am alive. Alive and aware of how wonderful it is to just have that.

A coworker the other day said something to the effect of, "you're so nice," and I bristled at the comment. I know he was meaning well, but nice isn't what I want to be, particularly in my work. I've really been mulling this one over. Why do I feel that push back against nice? How should I, and do I conduct myself?