I try to be a nice person not out of ignorance, but a deep and extremely personal knowledge of all the ways in which the world has and can be fucked up and terrible, as well as knowledge of what a terrible person I sometimes was in my past. Ignorant, yes, but terrible.
My kindness these days isn’t me closing my ears to what’s wrong out there, it’s… being too tired of the weight of it all to be anything but kind with whatever small graces I’ve been afforded in a very hard existence.