Better
“My friends have always been the best of me.”— Doctor Who, “The Wedding of River Song”
But that is only part of my privacy.
When I stopped being a Corporate Clone, I started learning to be polite to people again. These days I can even manage nice. Oh, not the mask but the real thing. Given sufficiently advanced notice of course.
As a kid, I learned that “please” and “thank you” were magic words. As an adult, I learned that if you were sincere enough, those words were still magic. You have to be honest with yourself. You have to look people in the eyes even if it’s not natural for you. You have to smile.
Because if you’re good to your neighbors, people will overlook your non-conventional faith. Treat people nicely and they won’t notice your weird taste in art. Be polite and honest and they won’t drag their kids away when the unmarried man walks down the street.
Those people have friends too. You never know just how far your kindness may reach.
Here’s the thing you learn. If you are a better person around your neighbors, you become a better man.
It’s even more so with your friends. They trust you and you don’t want to disappoint. Still more with your family.
When one of my companions visits, we enjoy each other. Oh sure, the sex is fun, but so are the talks. So are the things we choose to do. And so are the scents and the touches and the sharing of space.
I have a terrible temper. Sometimes my mood swings get really bad. Sometimes I’m in such a dark place that I never want to see another life again.
There are things that can bring me out. The trusting hand of a child. The patience of a neighborhood four-foot. A gentle kiss on the forehead while as my companion promises to be back later. These things calm me down. These things help me center. And they would never happen if we hadn’t built the relationship to begin with.
Neighbors when they trust you will stand up for you. You should stand up for them too.
That happened to me yesterday. I had someone who I didn’t know well defend me. I didn’t know about it until this morning. I’m still not supposed to know about it. I need to return the favor, with maybe a little more thrown in.
Leave the place nicer than you found it.