I would hope I was raised polite and charming.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
They could have been nice to me instead of treating me like an idiot.
I couldn't be as charming as my mother or as smart as my father. So I decided to be bad.
I was a pretty feisty young kid.
Charm, I think, is education, really, no? I was educated to be nice to everybody. If you want to be rude and mean, I'm sure your life isn't that nice.
My mother certainly doesn't think I'm charming!
As youngsters, my mother taught her children that while we might not be the smartest people around, we could be courteous, polite and considerate of others.
I was kind of a wild child. I wasn't taught the niceties of life.
I wasn't a good waitress, but I was told that I was very nice and charming, so people liked me anyway.
Here's the thing: I was charming. Well read and well spoken. Observant and even kind. In other words, I was kind of a catch. And I knew this was true. As long as you couldn't see me. If you saw me, you'd think I was the sea cow that had swallowed your catch.
I was raised to be charming, not sincere.