nice?

just a nice guy.

Nice guy’s finish last.

Well that’s how the saying goes right?

Unfortunately that’s a saying that I believe is completely true.

Lets apply this to social life:

Who is more remembered?

A. The guy who helped a person up off the floor.
or
B. The guy who punched the person who is now on the floor.

Now think hard, and answer this HONESTLY.


Being a nice guy doesn’t help at all while looking for a relationship either.
Being TOO nice lands you in the “Friend trap.” While you are stuck in this trap, the “Bad” guy comes in and scoops up what you could’ve had.

So you are stuck in this position. What do you do?

You can either stick by her and hope that maybe one day she’ll realize that you we’re the one for her. Or you can just move on and forget about her.

But of course being the “Nice guy,” you don’t want to desert her. So you stick by her. The bad thing about this choice you have to hear her talk about her boyfriend. Yeah, the “Bad Guy.”
No matter what though, you have to stick through it and just listen. Cause that’s what “Nice Guys” do right? Because deep down you still think that you have a chance with her.

In the end, you just get walked all over on. The door mat. The person who can’t say no to anything. Putting others before yourself.

This was my story.

Things are different now

But I am still the “Nice guy”

I still believe a guy can find that one girl without having to put up front.
Without lying.
Without being a jerk.

Just being YOURSELF.

I will say exactly what I feel and what I think about you.
I am just looking for a girl who can return the favor.

I’m just sick of finishing last.

(does any of this shit even make sense. -.-)

gah

Just recently I was experiencing a REALLY bad trip.

Found my self getting completely irritated, and annoyed

and found myself at a fork in the road.

I journeyed down the less familiar road and found myself

riding through this treacherous course of twists and turns.

I begin to panic.

Left and right, one after another. Had no clue what to expect around the next bend.

It grew dark and foggy. I should have been slowing down, but I kept my speed up.

I hit a wet spot, and spun carelessly out of control. Falling endlessly down the steep cliff.

All went dark.

I try to open my eyes, but the weight of a thousand guilts keep them close.

I reach my hands out and feel something foreign.

What could it be? Is this my blood?

Whatever it was, it left me empty, and in pain.

I pass out.

Hours later I wake up, looking up at a cold white ceiling.

What happened? Where was I?

Couldn’t remember anything from the previous night.

I remember enough to say this though.

Never again am I traveling down an unfamiliar path.

The worst trip ever.

normally

things either go by REALLY slow
or
REALLY fast

but lately things have just been REALLY slow
now that my bday has passed, and baby jai is born
there's nothing to anticipate anymore
nothing to look forward too.

don't get me wrong though
i still hella enjoy the random days with the fs5s
but away from them
u start to realize just exactly how boring your life is


life needs to throw another curve ball at me


until then

not so big post.

but this vid got my mind off things.

be prepared

big post coming soon.



stay tuned.