As evidenced by my last post, I have a mean streak. There are times when I just can’t and I am mean as hell. I am also very nice. It is only people who actually know me that know both sides. Basically I am human with two extremes. On the one hand, I am very nice. I have been told I am nice to a fault. And I blame my mother for this. And my dad too. Genetics basically. But I realized that as nice as I am, I do have a mean streak. I am usually nicer than mean. This much I know. I try not to be mean. And I am usually only mean when the situation calls for it. Like in the last post. I am not as mean to her face but lately I have been a little mean in person too. And that’s pretty much me just openly ignoring Molly. I wouldn’t call it blatant ignoring, more like zoning out. I zone out a lot! She might argue that I ignore her but I beg to differ. I zone out. There’s a difference. Zoning out means to me that I am not being mean, just not in control of my brain activity and switching off from the conversation at hand. This can be challenging considering she has no inside voice and has the pitch of a new born irritated baby (which is loud in case you missed the reference). But like I said, I am not that mean. I just happen to have a mean streak which surfaces once in a while (and by once in a while I mean everyday when I get to work).