Nice Guys Finish Last
This has nothing to do with any particular person or situation with me, but why is it that nice guys finish last? Are a**holes that great? I was once told this saying that “I already have an a**hole, so why do I need another one?” Why do some want that? I’ll be honest; I am definitely a “nice guy”. I am definitely too nice for my own good. It doesn’t exactly get me far with personal stuff. Sure it might help with friendships, but the term of being a good friend almost feels like the kiss of death.
Sure, I could go out and change everything that I am and everything that I stand for. Why? It’s not me. I have to be me. I have to be honest to myself and others. I have to be that label “nice guy” because that’s who I am. Being a nice guy is who I am, but sometimes I wish it didn’t have to be such a negative thing. It seems that being the “nice guy” has turned out to be a negative characteristic rather than being something positive. To me, it is positive because that’s me.
Jason - Being a nice guy is not a negative thing; it is very positive…and you will not finish last, you will finish on top.
Oh I know, it’s more of a frustration for me and others. When I witness certain events take place, I can’t help but get frustrated. Being ‘me’ will allow me to finish on top. That’s is definitely for sure.
You just need to redefine the parameters of the race. If the jerks are finishing first, it’s because they are running the race backwards, or at least, cutting corners.
Do you think the women that are attracted to those types don’t know what they’re getting into? Well maybe some of them don’t but I think it’s fair to say they should have known better– certainly they could have chosen better.
I know you know this, but most interesting and rewarding paths to follow are the most difficult to navigate and traverse.
My advice: Keep your chin up, and try to remember that half of the world population has an IQ of less than 100, which means that the odds are basically stacked against you if you’re moderately intelligent.
Don’t get jaded because eventually, you’ll run into that special someone who sees you for the cuddly wuddly wittle teddy bear you really are and is going to make you a very happy guy.
AHEM. ANYWAY, HOW BOUT THEM HAWKS! GO HAWKS. NOW PASS ME A BEER WHILE I BELCH AND FART SOME MORE.
(Gotta make up for all that Mr. Sensitive talk
LOL!! The night I made this posting, I was chatting with a long time friend about this very subject. It was nice to see that even females face the same issue. We chalked it up as the problem is…"no challenge". It’s funny how the complete opposite has occurred with this posting. My intentions were to just vent, and then apply my own interpretation of myself to give it that human touch. That was about it. I hope I didn’t convey that it had anything to do with my current, or past, experiences.
As far as my time with Rebecca, in all honesty, it is was good. What happened between us wasn’t anything about one person kicking the other person out. We both mutually came to the same conclusion and kept going on with what we had before; friendship. No blame game