Changes.

I came on here today to post a little rant I came across, as well as some general "housekeeping" updates, but I was greeted by a new and possibly improved Blogger layout. Possibly only because I haven't decided if I like it or not yet... it's quite a change to grapple with. More on that as opinions develop.

I can't decide which of these three things I am most excited for:
1. End of the Semester (May 18th... for me, anyway)
2. Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban in theatres (June 4th)
3. My 21st birthday (July 6th)

All of them are pretty much equally exciting, although the euphoria associated with each of them is bound to last for different periods of time. On a scale from 1 to 10, 10 being a long ass euphoria and 1 being the euphoric equivalent of sneeze (which, according to a girl in my fiction writing class, is the physical equivalent of a tiny orgasm):
1. 6
2. 3
3. 9 (I hesitate to say 10, because as Broyles pointed out to me, this is Manhattan, KS... I can't expect too much.)

Therefore, I am not going to judge these events based on euphoria-level, but rather from the more objective eye of chronology... those events happening first I will be the most excited about, &c. It's kind of like postponed gratification... only without all the implications... sort of... maybe.......

Here's the rant I found, which I am pirating from the blog of a guy I have class with, whose blog I discovered through Hannah's blog. I am taking out the parts about "Halo" because, well, I've never played Halo, and find that portion of the rant a bit alienating. For the complete rant, including the Halo reference, check here. And now, without further adieu (is that how it's spelled and all?)... here we go.

A Tribute to the Nice Guys
(Pirated from Jimmy, who pirated it from someone else.
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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 protect them from all the creepy guys, for the guys who know a girl is fishing for compliments and give them anyway, for the guys who play by the rules in a game where the rules favor cheaters, for the guys acclaimed as boyfriend material but never end up as boyfriends, for all the nice guys who are overlooked, underestimated, unappreciated, and crushed, for all the nice guys who are manipulated, misled, ignored, 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 jerk and a player, you assured her that it was all ok and she shouldn't worry about it, because you knew she didn't want to hear what you thought. 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 drinks were awful, and she flirted shamelessly with you, justifying each fit of reckless teasing by announcing to everyone: "Oh, but we're just friends!" regardless of how much it hurt you. And even though you were invited purely as a symbolic warm body for her ego, you went anyway. Because you're nice like that.

The nice guys don't often get credit where credit is due. And more disturbing, the nice guys are ignored far too often. 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 and manipulative. Many of them claim they just want to date a nice guy, but when presented with such, 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 "I can't, he deserves better" 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, and 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.
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Indeed.

I'm kind of sorry for the long-winded post, but then again, I'm really not. I didn't even write the majority of it anyway! Besides, you are the one who still chooses to read this thing religiously and harp on me whenever I haven't updated in like... a day!

But...

I still love you... if only because I feel I have too... because I am a nice guy, eerily similar to the aforementioned faceless, nameless hero.