Classmate : “Nobody ever gets mad in the book [A Farewell to Arms]. It’s like a fairy tale.”
English teacher: “They’re in Switzerland! You don’t get mad; you get neutral.”
Compilation of Crazy Conversations updated. The compilation was lost. If anyone has it in their browser’s cache, I’d appreciate any record you have of it. It was a big ass list, and I’m not going to reconstruct most of it unless I can get a copy of it.
This was…moving? I wasn’t extremely bitter about it, considering my current situation, but I empathize all too much. It was found on a friend of a friend‘s Xanga. The friend added boldness and all that crap, which may make it a better read.
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 girlâ€™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 theyâ€™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 donâ€™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 shouldnâ€™t worry about it. This is for that time she interrupted the best killing spree youâ€™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 didnâ€™t have a date, so after numerous vows that there was nothing â€œseriousâ€ 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: â€œOh, but weâ€™re just friends!â€ And even though you were invited purely as a symbolic warm body for her ego, you went anyways. Because youâ€™re nice like that.
The nice guys donâ€™t often get credit where credit is due. And perhaps more disturbing, the nice guys donâ€™t seem to get laid as often as they should. And I wish I could logically explain this trend, but I canâ€™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 â€œOh, heâ€™s too nice to dateâ€ or â€œhe would be a good boyfriend but heâ€™s not for meâ€ or â€œhe already puts up with so much from me, I couldnâ€™t possibly ask him out!â€ or the most frustrating of all: â€œno, it would ruin our friendship.â€ 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 canâ€™t figure out why the connection breaks down between what they say (I want a nice guy!) and what they do (Iâ€™m going to sleep with this complete ass now!). But one thing I can do, is say that the nice-guy-finishes-last phenomenon doesnâ€™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 youâ€™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.
Fu-zu Jen, SEAS/WH, 2003