I used to hate it when my mother would advise me to “play nice” with someone. To me, what she really wanted me to do was to do whatever the other kid wanted to do, regardless of what I wanted. She was instructing me to behave in a kind, friendly, or polite way towards someone. Even towards my obnoxious cousin Arthur. I hated that guy.
It’s not that I’m a mean, nasty, difficult, or angry person. It’s just that I don’t think it’s always — or even often — necessary to placate to others.
When you placate to someone, what you’re doing is trying to pacify them. You’re appeasing, mollifying, or easing their anger. But that assumes that their anger or annoyance is justified…and perhaps yours is not.
So I guess the bottom line is that I’m not a placating kind of a guy, although I have been known to play nice occasionally.
Written for today’s One-Word Challenge. The word is “placate.”