All throughout my early life, my mom consistently reminded me of a few key rules I should follow, perhaps the most important being that I should be nice to everyone. Be nice without expecting anything in return, and especially be kind in the face of those who are not. It was one of those ideas that I always kept somewhere in the back of my mind but didn't really pay much attention to. After all, I generally had always just tried to be a good person, though admittedly I didn't try very hard to go out of my way to be nice... Typically, this would be the part of the story where I say that I learned being kind in the face of rudeness works, and that I am forever changed to be the happiest and most kind-hearted person there is, vowing to destroy darkness from the world. But you know what? That didn't happen.