Tuesday, September 18, 2007

Nice Guys

Current Mood: mildly irritated

Current Song: Lovestoned by Justin Timberlake

So I read something yesterday and it's got me all riled up. Of course. It's an email that's been going around for a little while called "Nice Guys Finish Last". It's this sappy-ass thing about how nice guys always finish last. It's supposed to be a testament to all the men who have ever cared about any woman and taken the time to be with her and how nothing ever works out for them. I think it's a bunch of crap. I'm sorry, but I do.

Here is the dilemma as I see it: Nice guys don't finish last because nice guys never started. That's right. Most nice guys are too scared to even start anything. They don't have a right to complain about it. If you weren't in the game, don't complain about losing. It's the stupidest thing you can do. It also depends on the definition of nice. Are you nice because you truly care or do you consider yourself nice because you bring her roses on her birthday? One is more meaningful than the other. Too many guys will classify themselves as nice and yet when it comes to loyalty, they defenestrate their values entirely! And then you ask why we fall for the sleazy ones. The sleazy ones weren't the ones on the bench waiting as life went by. They actually did something!
So if you're a nice guy, and the next time you complain about finishing last, remember my advice. Did you even start in the first place?
Starting a day off on a conniption is seldom a good idea. However I felt that it needed to be addressed. People and their sappy vomit-inducing tripe deserve a tight slap sometimes. Okay, enough of Irritated Woman. I have to get to work. See you all in a few days when i recover from my extremely long day today!
Au Revoir Mes Belles! (mum: that means goodbye my lovelies!)