From the archive

You're not a good person. You're just afraid of conflict

I think “kind” sometimes makes a very convenient cover for fear. A kind person sounds nice. A person who trembles at the thought of someone being displeased with them sounds a little less noble. So you explain that you just don't like arguments. That you know how to compromise. That relationships matter more than little things. Except somehow those little things always get paid for with your time, your sleep, and your plans. At what point do you get to exist in these precious relationships yourself?