I’m a nice guy. No, really, I am. You may not think I’m a nice guy when you cut me off on the freeway with your big rig and I try to smear the side of your tractor with my white Corolla, but most of the time, I’m a nice guy.
Sometimes I’m acting nice and sometime I am really nice. Can you tell the difference? I think you can. It may take a closer look because they look a lot alike. There is a quantum leap between acting nice and being nice. No space between. No working your way from trying to being. It’s a decision.