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November 16, 2004 Nice guys finish last. If life was a race, contest, sweepstake or a game…it wouldn’t sting or pinch that badly to play by the rules and let all the cheating and deceiving fuckers win all the time. More often than not nice people are the ones who are dragged on the highway of life…in cars driven by ‘users’, selfish, self absorbed and needy people. Please note carefully that these nice guys are not sitting in the passenger seat or back seats or even in the trunks, they are the tired, selfless, abused bodies tied at the back of the car…dragging over speed bumps, ditches, mud and slime. They will give and give until they hear the rattling of their own empty heart and still be demanded for MORE…everything’s fair in the name of NICENESS. If someone were to hand these trailing bodies the option of getting away with the murder of their abductors…they’d think twice…about the merciless drivers…THEIR feelings…THEIR problems…and scold themselves for entertaining such an absurd idea of selfishness. So, if A = B NICE GUYS = JACKASSES I’m afraid nice guys are born and nurtured this way and were probably Buddhists in their past lives…a little TOO aware of the feelings of OTHERS and destined to live an extremely unfulfilling, unhappy and exhausting life. Hence, if A = B = C NICE GUYS = JACKASSES = USELESS MORONS It’s definitely near to impossible to make anyone happy all the time. But how do you say that’s enough, unfair, unreasonable, unjust? (9:17 PM) ~`~ |
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