The Braille Cartographer
I wish you would approach me with less kindness. Not for lack of gratitude or appreciation, not because I find it an unflattering characteristic, and certainly not for any question of value: But because, though it is far from charity, it dictates how we relate to one another and how, at the end of the day, I think of you (though this is generally with a smile).
An attempt to explain this would start with the basic dualism: Heart, it suffers a ridiculous inclination towards blindness. Some experience, however, has taught Brain to always carry a flashlight.
Would I prefer a touch of cruelty? No - but I would have known how to navigate around it: Kindness, like yours, is a fog, clouding my vision and blurring the edges, and while it doesn’t hurt me, a flashlight won’t help me through it.
I will respond to your kindness with smiles as long as it is granted to me this way; but I would feel better armed with a map.