Rational Thought

Alright, this is just a quick post. First liz, thanks for the comments on the poems i appreciated it. Secondly, whoever called themseleves rational thought. First you should understand those poems were written last spring when i was down, but i was over it before summer hit. Secondly i only put them up here for my friends to see, so they could see a different side of me if you will. Since not many of them would think i was capable of things like that. However, when you dont post as your real name it leads me to believe you were afraid of posting your real name with the comment you made. Whats wrong? Think it would make me mad or something? Trust me it takes alot more then that to make me mad in any way. However what did get to me is that you were so afraid to use your real name. So guess what i did. Thats right i searched your ip. Funny thing about posting a comment, its gives the ip address it came from. So i know your from SUNY Oswego. Guess what. It also gives me the person in charge of your account. And a phone number to contact them. Man the internet its great isnt it. So all im gonna ask is that you leave another comment telling me your name. I might take more stock in what was said if it didnt come from a Gutless wonder. With that being said. I am gonna ask that if anyone makes a comment they use their real name. I havent had a problem with it til now. Like i knew liz from what was under the name. So that was fine. But using something like rational thought not ok. And from this point on will be delted and the ip address will be banned. Simple end to the problem isnt it? Night all.

Poems

Well i was discussing with the guys on campus about what i did for my english class, how i showed my teacher some of the poetry i had written and hoped he would count it towards the 25 pages i needed. Luckily he did. Well i know a couple of them said they wanted to read some of it sometime. So i figured id just post a majority of it today. I know that some of you guys have heard this stuff, seeing as most of it was from last spring. But for those who havent. Enjoy. Note to anyone reading i have about 20 of them. I am posting them all. You can feel free to read what ones you want. They shouldnt take that long to read. Thanks.

Alcoholic Requiem

I woke up too sick to get out of bed.
I was up too late dancing with the ghosts in my head.
drank too much wine and wished I were dead-
I was up too late dancing with the ghosts in my head.
I could be ok and not feel so wasted
if each ghost that spun me round the floor didn't wear your face.
so I spend the night in a melancholy place-
toasting each memory that I can't replace.
maybe one more drink can lay these ghosts to rest

Crushed

An undying need to suppress the angry flow of tears
That have gathered oh so willingly throughout the lonely years
And we fought them bravely, without a thought to our own fate
Without regard to our souls and the deaths they contemplate

I know sometimes it's hard to see what lies beyond your scope
Your vision blurry and mine's no better when it comes to having strength to cope
And all the problems of the world seem so petty compared to one grand scheme
A few emotions tangled in a web of dreary dreams

We walk on tiptoe through the castle, weary bones we are
The sounds of withered minds in the fury of the tempest of our hearts
Though I know someday we'll reach the end, and see the light afar...
I only wish sometime we'd stop to realize who we really are

Ugly deformations of a gift that was bestowed
Free will and domination of our bodies seems to be the only thrill we know
Oh, but of the music.... the tinkling, slamming beats
Our hearts forsake our bodies as we dance to the streaming melodies
Our ears the trivial things we take for granted as we listen to naught but enemies

Oh, hear the violins! The cellos! Hear their forlorn cry!
My muscles ache with their charming tune, so lonely, far, from I
The wars we've fought both with ourselves, and with those so innocent yet to speak...
The years we've wasted beyond our time, living our lives so very bleak!
My body has grown weak...

As I age, as a fine wine, my blood runs deeper than you could fathom or know
And with the time that passes it's only one more death toll on my conscience
I have to show...
And with the aching, oh so heartbreaking fear that lies within
I crawl to the safety of my bedcovers, hoping against all hopes some solace lies
there with my sins
With everything I've bound and trapped
With all the cold, cold winds

She follows me to my bed, and so, she'll comfort my guilt-laden soul
I slip into her arms so easily as the fire doth to the coals
The flames appease my sanity and relinquish every doubt
To the night of passion trodden memories that I've learned to live without

I awake, my dream so sudden, the life flows through my every vein
My heart pumping steadily to the ancient drums of those harmonic tunes again
The pauses shift my consciousness and I'm left to die, to wane
As such would your beauty, my rose... lift me up to the pain

I meet you with such glory, behold! the soft petals of your lips
It's everything I've seen with these jaded eyes... everything I've missed
The wars we fought together, oh... those days of glory lie still within my memory
I say to you, please let them stay, please let them comfort me

Hold me, please somebody let me know I'm not alone!
There's nothing more lonely in this life then to know my actions are not condoned
And though everything I do and say may seem to you, so wrong
I ask of you but this, dear seeker... I only wish to hold to that to which I do belong

So sweetly I shall melt for you, and so willingly I cherish your empty hands
They cradle my endearing face, they see my every wish, my demands
So tell me now, dear heart of mine, please fight with me again
Or shall you let me drop to land at your feet...
A humble servant, a suffering soul, an endless mound of pain
There's nothing worse, I think, than life so lonely yet again.


Darken Road


Life is like a darken road
when something comes near, your afraid
of what it might be
so you hurt it
instead of it hurting you
Life is like a darken road
eyes keep going by
faster and faster each time
Life is like a darken road
never knowing where your going
always wondering where you've been
Life is like a darken road
as long your blood keeps flowing
You have to keep going
Life is like a darken road

Despair

It’s cold here, and lonely
Rain spatters against the glass
Water washes, drips, and weeps
relentlessly rolling drops
They match the aching grief
Bleeding from my soul
Through dull and empty eyes.
I want to tell you I miss you
That I love you, I need you
That I just can’t breathe without you
But what would be the point
Pain won’t bring us back.
Instead I scream silently
Against dank and dreary glass
Listening to the sound of water
Streaming down the drain
A pseudo proxy waterfall
Of dark and deep despair.

Disarray

Walk on my heart,
I built a bridge just for you,
Still…It hurts.
It hurts because you do it nevertheless.

The tears never fall anymore,
I can’t allow them to,
Still…It hurts.
It hurts because you’ve changed my perception of this world.

My heart swirls in disarray,
Hoping you will change,
Still… It hurts.
It hurts because you don’t trust me.

Cannot change the way I feel at this moment,
Wanting your arms around me,
Still…It hurts.
It hurts because I love you.

Go

It’s not as though we’re perfect
It’s not as though it’s right
I cannot claim I’m flawless
But aren't we worth a fight?

I cannot walk away now
It's not all that I can't do
The only word I cannot say
Can't say goodbye to you

I should wish I'd never met you
Should close my eyes and pray
But my faith has all but left me
And I can't make it through the day

You gave me definition
I know now who I am
But in the empty moments
My self's not worth a damn.

Goodbye

There's nothing left now
Is there
So
Goodbye

You have drained me
I have no strength left to fight for you
To fight you

My throat hurts
With all the things I wish I'd said
But didn't

Bruised from this meaningless existence
I flee
But don't know where

Perhaps inside myself again
I thought I had escaped
Familiar territory

Hate Feelings

Still wide awake
It's been seventy two hours now
Almost delirious
And I'm still wondering how I can't sleep
I can't have that darkness
All I can do is think
All I can do is feel
I feel like dying
At least my eyes would close
Shut off my brain
This torment no one knows
All alone
Can't even walk
I hate to think
I hate to feel

Hollow

Every once in awhile you find something
Something that clicks and feels right
Something you’ve wished for
Someone you wanted with all your might

She walked in my life
Changed everything
And she leaves me
Like if I was nothing

I don’t know how to feel
I don’t know what to say
I feel used and desolate
Should I say fuck it come what may

What does the future hold for me?
Will I find her again?
The happiness I felt in her arms
Did it end even before it began?

Even now I wonder
If I was weak
Does that make her all powerful?
If so was she my peak

Is there no more to come?
No more to follow
Will I be alone forever?
And just be hollow

Hurt

Sitting here thinking of you
My mind wandering from all that was to all that has become
Thoughts filling every part of me
wondering what happened
What became of the friendship we shared
What happened to the devotion i had for one so important

My dreams only nightmares now
My sleep filled with what used to be loving thoughts
Now deep dark screams that echo through my head all day
My needs thrown out the window with a few short words
My heart stepped on and left to die slowly
My soul tattered remains of what was once a hopeful spirit

Thoughts wander now
unable to focus
My eyes unable to dry
My smiles, forced so that none know my inner torment
My laugh, raking nails upon a chalkboard
making myself feel as if i live a lie

What did i do to deserve a fate
From One whom i gave my heart to, my soul to, and told all my fears
Unable to move on yet not having a choice
missing You,
crying for You,
and dying inside

Its all in her Eyes

Its all in her eyes,
everything she is,
was, would, will,
could... be -
her wants, dreams, wishes;
her pain, hurts, sadness;
her heart, soul.

I see her smile,
though she isn't -
even when she is.

I feel her warmth
yet she's so terribly cold...
at least to herself
but not for me.

I know the 'love'
within her -
I know its there,
I 'see' it
with every look,
everyday and everywhere.
She can't hide from me -
anything from me,
just from herself.

She wants to give -
thinks that she doesn't,
can't, and won't ever... give.
Doesn't know how to,
nor just what to -
give or,
for all that matter,
be.
But she 'gives' so much
that she doesn't know...
she gives herself
to me...
ever and always -
with every look.

I know her 'fear'...
and the reasons - all the why's.
The lil lies she tells herself
and tries so hard to believe.
The tears held within,
all her 'moments' afraid.
Wishes - of stopping,
of wanting more,
and not knowing
what to say or do -
nor when to say or do
anything at all.

A woman now,
no more the child -
though the child was happy-
she can’t remember
what 'happy' was -
and the woman can't be,
won't be, isn't allowed -
to be,
or feel happy,
or anything at all
of herself -
by herself
though she isn't the cause,
just... the result.

She is so pretty -
inside, but she can't see
inside now...
nor believe,for it 'hurts' to believe
in anything, anyone...
all the time - anymore.
So hurt, by what she can't
control... and her life
just goes on and on.

I wish...
she could for but an instant
'see' herself - as I do...
through my eyes
and know - actually know,
the real woman she is,
how lovely she is,
and that I care,
and always will.

Lost Her Love

I lost her love,
and all I did was care.
I drove her away,
when I wanted was her near.
I tried to do right,
to give her it all.
I ended up doing wrong,
and failed heeding her call.

Why is it like this?
Why do I do this?
Why must my love life always be hit or miss?
What have I done?
What must I do?
To show I'm sorry for what I did to you?

She's gone now,
and its all my fault.
I've no one to blame,
now I'm out of her heart.
I betrayed her, failed her,
became the thing I hate.
Now no sorrys will do,
its now much too late.

I tried my best.
I fought and I struggled.
And yet I still end up getting in trouble.
When can I rest?
How do I end this fight?
When will I ever get this thing call love right?

She finally left,
and I stand all alone.
My heart will miss her,
and regret what I've done.
I hope that she's happy,
and she can make her life complete.
Now that she must do it,
with no help from me.

Love is….

Love is walking around the corner seeing you
standing there as surprised as I
Love is believing every single word spoken or just written
Love is wanting to hear your voice just to calmmy nerves
Love is always wanting to just know what is on your mind
Love is forgiving each other for mistakes no matter how dumb they were
Love is spending every waking moment with you on my mind
Love is falling asleep and dreaming of the day when our love will be together again
Love is being scared of being apart
Love is wanting everything to return to the way they were before
Love is wanting to do things you normally wouldn't do
Love is saying I Love You
Love is wanting to be together no matter the circumstances
Love is knowing that together you can overcome all problems
Love is wishing for your return
Love is wishing to hear your voice say Baby come get me
Love is wanting to hear you sayI Love You
Love is waiting for you Baby I love you and miss you

Love of a Lifetime


Turning back time to the moment when I first was led astray and captured by your love. Turning it back to a time when my love for you was so great...
...That I could bend the bars of this cage that I am trapped in.
...That I could leap from this mountain where my heart was left for dead.
...That there was nothing in this world that I couldn't do.
Vastness of my love for you has engulfed me again. The confusion that I
once felt is now gone. The smoke that once clouded my thoughts is now gone
like puffing circles of gray floating away on the shoulders of a breeze?

How could I live without your smile?
How could I exist without breathing you?
Like an echo in my mind your face flashes then fades.
I can't see anything but you. I can't feel anything but love for you.
I don't want to be anywhere, but with you.

How can time compete with the equation that is you?
It would take three lifetimes to calculate how much time it would
take to tell you how much I care...

For every thought that I have of you multiplied by the time between
thoughts that is divided by the sorrow for each second that I am away from
you but is then multiplied by the happiness that I feel when I see your
face once again, minus all the times we argue, plus all the times we kiss,
minus the hours we sleep alone, plus the seconds I spend holding you in my
arms, minus the time I blink, plus the times I gaze at you
just to look into those eyes...those hypnotic eyes and once lost in that
gaze all time stops and I can breath.. finally I can breath again and I can
say it--- I love you.. then another three lifetimes for the next I love you?

Never Knew

Aimlessly wandering down a solemn road of dread
Scathing thoughts of heartless footsteps I have tread
Motionless it seems my heart concealed in frozen time
You grasped my soul, poured out the bile, released a glimmer inside

Teeth that had snapped and gnarled now barred a silly grin
Sickened dead eyes of hell began to sparkle a glimmer within
Skeletal hands that once clawed all the screaming voices away
Warmly embraced a softer skin and a new place for my head to lay

Delusional amidst a dream of beauty and solitude
Wanting so much to believe in dreams that do come true
Solemnly I view the road that still runs out before me
Wondering forever lamenting, the me, she never knew

Parallel Universe

I realized something today,
Daytime doesn't approve my existence.
Everywhere I go,
Something goes wrong.
Either someone looks at me the wrong way,
Or the bench that I want to sit on, gets shitted on.

I also realized something else later tonight,
Nightlife is very torturous.
When I close my eyes,
Chaos reveals himself.
Loves echoes through my heart with a hollow song,
Hate enrages out of me, growing tiresome.

I dreamt one night,
Hell cannot torture me enough,
Heaven sings through my ears to let me hear,
The words to keep me awake.

I dreamt today,
Heaven cannot get me to accept,
Hell burns under me through my skin to make me feel,
The pain to keep me unconscious.

Life;
experience,
love,
friends,
purity.

Death,
pain,
sadness,
loneliness,
knowledge.

Right here, right now,
Am I dreaming?
Am I in a pandoras' box?
Waiting for my existence, to disintegrate.
Or am I in an institue?
Am I tied up and forced to see things?
Trying to understand what is real?

Funny,
How much Math and Science go along so well together,
Yet Math will disagree with Philosophy,
And Science will do the same with Beliefs.

Sad,
Everything is hidden away from beauty.
Never getting to see the ugliness of life.
Causing to turn the very sweetness to bitterness.
Becoming a beast.

Ironic,
Black and White,
not the same.
And Gray isn't accepted by either....

Have you tried touching your shadow,
In the brightest light over you?
Have you tried dreaming of falling to the ground,
Watching what happens when you hit it?

Can you picture the universe only existing,
In your mind?
And also your mind existing,
In the universe itself?

Is that what its called,
A Parallel Universe?


Sorrow

Desperate and alone,
Foolish for believing she’d change,
He learned the hard way...

Blow after blow,
Sting after sting,
He believes she loves him...

Heartache and fear,
They consume him,
He knows it will never change...

So why does he stay?
He stays because it is all that he knows...

Night after night,
And day after day,
Their lives will never change...

She does it out of love,
She says,
But he knows it is not true...

How could this be love?


Standing on Love

Standing on love’s precipice
Calling out your name
Aimlessly searching the caverns
Of your cold and empty heart.

Crawling on my knees
Begging for your embrace
Humiliation a close friend
Desire an everlasting foe.

Craving your caress
If only I could find your heart.
I crawl forever onwards
Deeper into the darkness.

A whisper of an embrace
Your heart beating against mine.
I have finally found you,
Or so I foolishly believe.

Withdrawing your heart
You leave me for dead.
Your hands push me away
I stumble over the edge,
Losing a love I never possessed.



To Cry

I cry myself to sleep at night.
Fighting with the tattered shreds of memories past.
Fighting to piece them together..fighting to make myself whole.
I fall into deep..dreamless sleeps..lonely..desolate..cold..
I wake alone..if I ever sleep...in order to wake..
My tortured soul..aching for your touch..
It's funny..I react differently everytime you leave..
Some nights..I'm happy..because I know I'll dream of you.
Others..I lay awake..wrestling with my demons..
And sometimes..I sleep..and fall into false pretents..
I fall into a world where your'e an arms legnth away.
Sometimes less.
I fall deep..and hard.
And waking hurts physically..
I wonder if dreams will ever be lived..
I wonder if I'll have to let go of you..as I have of everything
else that's ever mattered to me..
Either out of fear of loss..or fear of truth..
You say you'd never hurt me..and I believe you.
You tell me to trust in you..and I do.
And all the while..a part of me screams to be with you.
To be one with you.
To melt into you..and let everything else just..dissolve.
When you say goodnight...it tears my heart out.
I know..lonliness will follow.
I know I'll be cold..and in my solitude..never find comfort.
I know..nobody else loves me the way you do.
I know then..that I'm all I've got..
and your'e a thousand miles away....


Walking Away

I should have walked away,
That first day we sat and talked,

Instead I came to know the woman you'd become,
Even so...I should have walked away.

I should have walked away,
When our lips soon met,

When I saw the twinkle in your eyes, and the spirit that was you.
Still...I should have walked away.

I should have walked away,
And had I known the pain of losing you,

And though the pleasures we shared beyond any I have ever known,
Even so...I should have walked away.

I should have walked away,
That night I painted your portrait in my soul,

And though the memory still lingers even now,
I should have walked away.

I should have walked away,
Had I known I would come to love you as I did,

Knowing even then your love would never be,
I should have walked away.

I should have walked away,
I should have known this day would come.

I should have known I would one day feel this loss, this pain,
I should have walked away.

I should have, but I couldn't.

What Happend??

Whatever happened,
to the loves of my past?
Enshrined in my memory,
all imperfections masked.

Fond memories of love,
hope, passion and desire.
Left to wonder what happened,
why we drifted apart, what sparked her ire.

Was it something I did,
or didn't do?
Will it repeat itself,
in everything new?

Am I too intense, honest or unromantic?
Insensitive, demanding, needy or frantic?
Do I not listen?
Am I bad in the sack?
For everything I give, do I expect something back?

All of these questions,
no answers in sight.
The scars of my past,
illuminate the night.
As I lie in bed,
kept awake by the light,
my wounds are throbbing,
compelling me to take flight.


Alright, thats most of them i kept a couple out because they were a little too personal i felt. But there you go everyone. Enjoy.

Test night!!!!

So i took some tests on Quizilla tonight since i was bored. Here are the results from them.


Werewolves of folklore differ greatly from modern
renditions seen in movies and shows. People
believed there were many ways to become
werewolves, such as drinking rainwater
collected in a wolf's pawprint, eating meat
gnawed on by a wolf, or being born with a full
set of teeth or covered in a caul. And unlike
movie werewolves, werewolves of old were
oftentimes harmless and highly honorable!
As a werewolf, you are loyal, strong and honorable,
and you will protect all you hold dear with
your very life. Although you are not a violent
individual at heart, you will fight for what
you believe in. You are a good friend and truly
are a wonderful person to be around.

Who is your inner Shapeshifter?
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Your element is Light: Innocent, beautiful,
kind-hearted and pure. You are so sweet your
almost angelic, you find joy in others
happiness and cannot stand to see anyone in
pain. You want to make everyone around you feel
good about themselves and if someone is upset
you can tend to become rather upset as well
which means you are sympathetic and raise
others above yourself. Being as kind and
good-natured as you are people have most likely
hurt you in the past but you pick yourself up
every time. You may look fragile but you are
stronger than most tend to see. Life is
beautiful no matter how you look at it and you
understand that people make mistakes, not
everyone is perfect. You try to see the good in
the bad which is a talent few posses, dont ever
let anyone change you. You truly have a
beautiful soul inside and a heart of gold.


.:-What is your true element?-:. -With Anime Pictures and detailed answers-
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Shakespeare: Sonnets. Everyone has heard of you,
and almost everybody can find something
touching in you. You are calm and control
yourself, even though your wisdom and your
messages are no lesser than those of others.


Which literature classic are you?
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D:

You take the Path of
Least Resistance.
Why make things hard for yourself? You are a
go-with-flow sort of person and
little gets to you. Why? Because it's all good,
right? They say the path of
least resistance is a straight line and that's
where you go, ever forward and
never looking back. It's good to keep the past
behind you, a quality far too
little people have these days. You know the past is
the past, but don't let
yourself forget it. You can't learn from your
mistakes if you don't remember
them. You're probably loved for your laid-back
frame of mind and easy-going
qualities , but you tend take the easy way out in
life and verge on lazy. Great
character is found through great challenges. You
most likely have the abilities
in you to succeed and over-come what life throws at
you. You just got get up and
face that challenge. You tend to lose your head in
bad situations because you
aren't used to them. And by the time you've found
the easiest way to master a
problem, you could've already taken care of it. Bad
things happen, difficult
situations come up, that's life. What matters is
that you rise to face those
challenges and you can do it. Never lose your
laid-back qualities as they will
help you greatly. Just step onto that hard road
every once in awhile and you'll
discover that with each stretch it becomes easier
and easier to over-come life's
hurdles.

What Path Do You Take In Life? [X]For Guys and Gals! Pics and Lengthy Results.[X]
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Red House Painters - Have You Forgotten?


Lyrics:

I can't let you be, cuz your beauty won't allow
me

Wrapped in white sheets like an angel from a
bedtime story

Shut out what they say, cuz your friends are fucked
up anyway

And when they come around, somehow they feel up and
you feel down


When we were kids, we hated things our parents
did

We listened low to Casey Casem's radio show

That's when friends were nice

And to think of them just makes you feel nice

The smell of grass in spring

In October leaves cover everything


Have you forgotten how to love yourself?


I cant believe all the good things that you do for
me

Sit back in the chair like a princess from a far
away place

Nobodys nice when you hold her your heart turns
twice

Shut out what they say their too dumb to need it
anyway


When we were kids, we hated things our sisters
did

Backyard summer pools and Christmases were
beautiful

And the sentiment of colored mirrored ornaments

And the open drapes looked out on frozen farmhouse
landscapes


Have you forgotten how to love yourself?


Have you forgotten how to love yourself?



What's Your Theme Song?
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Alright thats enough for tonight. Night all.

Ode to the nice guys

So ryan sent me this rant tonight. And after the converstaions i have gotten into over the last on about nice guys i just couldnt help myself i have to post it.

Ode to the Nice Guys
This rant was written for the Wharton Undergraduate Journal


This is a tribute to the nice guys. The nice guys that finish last, that never become more than friends, that endure hours of whining and bitching about what assholes guys are, while disproving the very point. This is dedicated to those guys who always provide a shoulder to lean on but restrain themselves to tentative hugs, those guys who hold open doors and give reassuring pats on the back and sit patiently outside the changing room at department stores. This is in honor of the guys that obligingly reiterate how cute/beautiful/smart/funny/sexy their female friends are at the appropriate moment, because they know most girls need that litany of support. This is in honor of the guys with open minds, with laid-back attitudes, with honest concern. This is in honor of the guys who respect a girl’s every facet, from her privacy to her theology to her clothing style.

This is for the guys who escort their drunk, bewildered female friends back from parties and never take advantage once they’re at her door, for the guys who accompany girls to bars as buffers against the rest of the creepy male population, for the guys who know a girl is fishing for compliments but give them out anyway, for the guys who always play by the rules in a game where the rules favor cheaters, for the guys who are accredited as boyfriend material but somehow don’t end up being boyfriends, for all the nice guys who are overlooked, underestimated, and unappreciated, for all the nice guys who are manipulated, misled, and unjustly abandoned, this is for you.

This is for that time she left 40 urgent messages on your cell phone, and when you called her back, she spent three hours painstakingly dissecting two sentences her boyfriend said to her over dinner. And even though you thought her boyfriend was a chump and a jerk, you assured her that it was all ok and she shouldn’t worry about it. This is for that time she interrupted the best killing spree you’d ever orchestrated in GTA3 to rant about a rumor that romantically linked her and the guy she thinks is the most repulsive person in the world. And even though you thought it was immature and you had nothing against the guy, you paused the game for two hours and helped her concoct a counter-rumor to spread around the floor. This is also for that time she didn’t have a date, so after numerous vows that there was nothing “serious” between the two of you, she dragged you to a party where you knew nobody, the beer was awful, and she flirted shamelessly with you, justifying each fit of reckless teasing by announcing to everyone: “oh, but we’re just friends!” And even though you were invited purely as a symbolic warm body for her ego, you went anyways. Because you’re nice like that.

The nice guys don’t often get credit where credit is due. And perhaps more disturbing, the nice guys don’t seem to get laid as often as they should. And I wish I could logically explain this trend, but I can’t. From what I have observed on campus and what I have learned from talking to friends at other schools and in the workplace, the only conclusion I can form is that many girls are just illogical, manipulative bitches. Many of them claim they just want to date a nice guy, but when presented with such a specimen, they say irrational, confusing things such as “oh, he’s too nice to date” or “he would be a good boyfriend but he’s not for me” or “he already puts up with so much from me, I couldn’t possibly ask him out!” or the most frustrating of all: “no, it would ruin our friendship.” Yet, they continue to lament the lack of datable men in the world, and they expect their too-nice-to-date male friends to sympathize and apologize for the men that are jerks. Sorry, guys, girls like that are beyond my ability to fathom. I can’t figure out why the connection breaks down between what they say (I want a nice guy!) and what they do (I’m going to sleep with this complete ass now!). But one thing I can do, is say that the nice-guy-finishes-last phenomenon doesn’t last forever. There are definitely many girls who grow out of that train of thought and realize they should be dating the nice guys, not taking them for granted. The tricky part is finding those girls, and even trickier, finding the ones that are single.

So, until those girls are found, I propose a toast to all the nice guys. You know who you are, and I know you’re sick of hearing yourself described as ubiquitously nice. But the truth of the matter is, the world needs your patience in the department store, your holding open of doors, your party escorting services, your propensity to be a sucker for a pretty smile. For all the crazy, inane, absurd things you tolerate, for all the situations where you are the faceless, nameless hero, my accolades, my acknowledgement, and my gratitude go out to you. You do have credibility in this society, and your well deserved vindication is coming.


Ok, so lets see here. I wouldnt say that nice guys go out looking for the credit of being a nice guy. Most of us just are. Its who we are and its what we will always be. Quiet frankly i just enjoy the ending. "You do have credibility in this society, and your well deserved vindication is comming" I doubt its true but its nice to believe isnt it? That someday, somewhere. The nice guys will get recognized as being actual men. My thought is that most of the time nice guys arent thought of as real men. Why? Because they are too sensitive of course. I mean what girl wants to be with a senisitive guy? Right? What they fail to grasp is that in reality, a place few people live, i gathe. The senisitive guys are in fact the real men. Why is that? Because we put up with the shit that is dealt to us everyday, and we do it with a smile. Just because we dont act like pompus assholes all the time doesnt make us less of a man. The fact that we are nice and geinuine is what makes us men. The fact that no matter what someone needs we are there, that makes us men. And dont lie, every girl knows there are times where they wish that their guy actually had a sensistive side. I know that there is no girl who is like oh man, i need me a guy who has nothing but attitude with me. I want him to tell me off all the time, and being super controlling it will be awesome. Bullshit. Girls are always looking for the perfect man. Well i hate to be the bearer of bad news but guess what. Not a single man is perfect. Not even the nice guys. We have our flaws. And all the girls have their flaws too. So for those of you looking for mr. or mrs. perfect. Give up the dream they dont exist. What does exist are people who try to be the best they can be, those are as close as you will come to perfect in this messed up world. Hopefully everyone finds their least fucked up significant other at somepoint. Night all.