Nice Guys Finish Last

Everyone’s heard the saying “nice guys finish last.” Sadly, I’ve found this statement to be mostly true.

I used to be the “nice girl.” I was always polite. I always shared with others and helped out when needed. I would be the one tutoring the jock and befriending the new kid. I was always the one alone, left out, and made fun of in the end. I finally reached my breaking point sometime in high school. I can’t pinpoint the exact time, but one of the major turning points was when my so-called ‘best friend’ began calling my cousin a whore to anyone who would listen because my cousin had just broken up with her cousin.

School yard dramas never amused me, especially when family became involved. When I told her to stop, I asked politely of course, she called off our friendship (she had been the new girl the year before and didn’t need me anymore) and started another rumor of my other cousin doing drugs or some other illicit substance.

I was realizing that people were nothing but cruel and only used you until you weren’t useful anymore. So, I began changing. As cold as it sounds, I don’t think I trust anyone completely. I trust, yes, but no one knows everything. I am a liar as I’ve explained before, and portray the facade I need to portray to certain people. Of course, I try to be honest, so I stay as close to the truth as I can, but that’s the best I can do.

Would you like another example of a “nice guy” finishing last? I have a friend, whom I’ll refer to as N (like how I pick anonymous names?), whose father was a twin and the youngest of five children. N’s father, as the youngest, was always picked on. It didn’t help that his twin often made enemies with others and he would be mistaken for him. It didn’t change as he aged.

N’s father was brought up in a strictly Catholic household where the Bible, the priest, and his parent’s words are law. So he never complained when he was overlooked or when his siblings went over his head to get what they wanted. When it was his turn to get a car, he got a job, got his license, and followed all the rules his parents gave to him. What should happen?

He didn’t get the car. His twin, who was a slacker and failed the driving test previously, or so I’m told, asked for the car and got it. It has continued that way as the years go on. His brothers and sisters want to go to the amusement park, his father will take them, but they conveniently forget to invite N’s family. Whenever one of the siblings throws a party, N’s grandfather contributes. The twin even got the down payment for his house from N’s grandfather.  I honestly am disgusted with how horrible they treat the peacemaker and only credit to their family.

Would you like to hear more tales? This one is shorter, a school yard drama, so forgive my natural disdain. My friend shall be referred to as M. M had been dating another friend of mine, S, for about five years. At about five years, my friend S dumped him. Naturally, I stayed out of it, but I watched. From what I could tell, S had no reason to break up with M. M had been nothing but the attentive, loving, compassionate, and nearly perfect boyfriend for S. I heard another friend of mine verbalize my thoughts to S.

Her answer almost made me laugh. “He’s a nice guy, but I don’t have time for distractions anymore.” Wow… Dating a nice guy no longer is good thing apparently. It’s considered a distraction. I always thought a nice guy would help with work, not distract from it, regardless of your relationship with him. Anyways, M is still pining for her, he’s a lot more discreet about it now though.

So tell me… Do you believe “nice guys” finish last?

Ramblings of an Authoress

This is Reality’s Difference, where dreams and reality collide.

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Reality’s Difference

Let me tell you a little about myself…

In real life, I know a lot of people, but they don’t know me. I hate talking about myself. I see no point in sharing when I don’t get anything out of it. I guess you could say I’m a type AB. I’m selfish and petty. I’d like to think that I’m nice or emotionless, whichever fits my mood, but I’m not. I can probably be the meanest person you’ll ever meet. I am sarcastic, sadistic, and condescending. I act like I don’t care what other people think, but I really do.

Lies. Ripples in the water. It starts small, but it always grows before it just dies. What is the difference between dreams and reality? Can you honestly say that you know the truth about the people around you? Can you trust someone who has a mind of their own? Someone who can think for themselves? Can you say that you’ve never lied? The world is fragile. Based on a series of lies. Should one of them be unraveled, then we would all be doomed to a miserable existance containing the truth.

Divide and conquer… Ironic isn’t it? What is trust? What is betrayal? Is this reality or is what you’re living reality? Is reality just a dream? Perhaps your dreams are reality? Such a paradox isn’t it?

What is life? What is death? How do you know that this is just what happens when you die? How do you know that your not dead right now?

So many questions…

Not enough answers.

This is my version. This is my idea. This is reality’s difference.