I'm not entirely certain why, but some of us seem to be naturally inclined to be excessively kind and wholesome to others, even when it might not be entirely genuine. It's an intriguing phenomenon, and what's even more surprising is that this behavior doesn't necessarily stem from a desire for personal advantage or gain. Rather, it's as if these individuals have a genuine compulsion to act this way, as though it's their armor, shielding them from the harsh criticism and nasty remarks that the world can so often dish out.
One might be tempted to label them as having a somewhat fragile personality, but it's important to distinguish this from low self-esteem. In many cases, these individuals possess a perfectly normal, or perhaps even grandiose, sense of pride in themselves. I've come to believe that this trait is often rooted in the way they were raised and the praise they received during their formative years. It's almost as if it's their way of avoiding the inevitable pains of life, much like how louder, more assertive people choose to navigate their world.
On the flip side, these kind souls often go to great lengths to treat others with an absurd degree of friendliness. It's almost as if they've mastered the art of making themselves indispensable, ensuring that nobody could ever question their worth or motivations. It's a peculiar balancing act of vulnerability and strength, a way to shield their hidden ego from the world while earnestly believing in their own worth. In the end, they remain a captivating enigma, living at the intersection of kindness and self-preservation, and I can't help but wonder what drives them on this unique path.