I read a Shakespeare poem in high school that talked about tragic flaws. Everyone has a flaw, a tragic weakness, that if exploited would result in that persons downfall.
Me I am too nice. I would give, and give, without asking for anything in return. That is my tragic flaw. What's so tragic about it you may ask? Well I hate to make people mad. When I hurt someones feelings I am hurt too. I don't know what it is but I can tune into the feelings of others and feel what they are feeling. So I give and give, and people take advantage of that. It's got me in a jam a time or two. Bad relationships, unwanted house-guests,
hurting for money, jobless, and that's just to name a few.
How do we change these bad habits? Well that's why we call them tragic. Its built into our subconscious. I guess if you could beat the word no in your head a few times you may learn, but I wouldn't bank on it. Its hard to change a habit.
Nice guys really do finish last, just to let you know.