So usually, I don't get into personal matters on these here forums; frankly, if I have something I want to talk about, I'm probably not coming to an internet forum, because let's face it, what do you care, and why should you care? But, I got something that oh boy, do I want to rant about, right now.
Number Whatever Fuckety Fuck Fuck; "Nice Guys"
Oh yeah, these assholes. I got fully introduced to these scaldy fucks tonight. At least, one of them. So I'm going to a bar with a friend of mine, who brings along just this completely pathetic shell of a guy. Apparently he needed to get out, my buddy said; just got friend zoned by the girl he'd be pining for about a year over.
Oh, this is going to be fucking great. The friendzone is already another rant for another time, but needless to say, it's for butthurt fools who just don't know how to interact with women, period. Anyway, what am I going to say, "no, he can't come, and you two should just split a quart of Ben and Jerry's, and watch
Chocolat together"?
No, no. After all, sometimes we just need to let out a little steam. Let this fella hit the bars and forget his woes. Except, that's not what he did, at all. In life, there's such a thing as being a third wheel, being a fifth wheel, and being an unmitigated disaster that ruins everyone's good time.
Guess which one this scaldy fuck was?
"Girls don't want nice guys; they just want assholes. And then they wanna shoulder to cry on, just so they can step on their balls when they're back up again."
Gentlemen who are married, I'm not sure if you've ever tried to have sex with your wife, but if you've just had a kid, you know you're not getting anywhere when there's a crying baby over in the next room. Now imagine that baby is 5'8", can speak English, and can't be coddled to go back to bed. That was this fucker; in spite of how many times my buddy and I tried to pull this cunt out of his funk, he wanted none of it, other than to accept the scraps of pity that we'd offer along the way. My girlfriend, in particular, was ready to feed the troll, and boy was the troll hungry. God bless her, but when someone's sad, she just doesn't want to hurt someone. In spite of the fact that this fucker was calling her, at least vicariously, a "succubus", she was willing to sacrifice her good time to console this pitiful fuck.
I wasn't so willing to hear him out. But, I didn't outright call him out just yet, first I tried to think of some ways to cheer this little chode up. We tried to play wingman for the guy, tried to see if he had any girl friends (which in hindsight was quite the lark) that wanted to meet up with us, you get the drill. My girlfriend was starting to get visibly annoyed, and no one was having a good time, and then he dropped the bombshell on her.
"I mean, you just wouldn't understand what it's like to be a guy like this."
I lost my stack.
"It's pointless. This fucker just wants to wallow in misery"
"You think I'm happy like this?" He says.
"Yeah, I do. Because you want us to pity you; no, you need that shit. Because it validates this entitlement you have that just because you're a nice guy, girls owe you the God given right to get laid."
This ends about as well as you'd imagine it. It was a completely dick move on my part, and I have no regrets about it. I do regret when he threw a drink in my face, which gets the bouncer involved and means we all get thrown out. Of course, the girlfriend is more than a little miffed, as am I, but for different reasons. I could have kept my temper far better, but a word to those of you here; don't be the "nice guy". Seriously, don't fucking do it. If you do think you may be a nice guy, adhere to this chart.
If you wound up at the fedora, at any point in your search, you probably are the bile of the universe, and should consider the following;
A. Getting your head out of your ass
B. Sodding off
the world would be infinitely better with less people like you out there, and hey,
you'll be better off, because you'll be less of a cuntastic pussy. It really isn't that hard to understand; you aren't entitled to anything, to stop treating yourself like you do, because you're a nice guy.
Which is why it felt so good to sing back, along the way home, Green Day's "Nice Guys Finish Last".
They do finish last
If you keep that attitude.
If you do, fuck off.