IMO: Nice guys v. Douches

As of late, a guy friend of mine has been complaining about how girls don't want to date him despite the fact that he's a nice and decent guy.

And I was honest with him.

The reason why a lot of girls automatically "friendzone" him is because he lacks confidence.  He's always second guessing himself and putting himself down, even though he has no reason for his low self esteem.  He's good looking, he's nice, he's funny, and (bonus!) is good at art.  But what girl wants to listen to a guy mumble and make self depreciating jokes?  That just makes everything awkward.

Guys on the internet complain about assholes and douches always getting the girl, but think for a second.  Those guys have high confidence levels.  Confidence, above all things, is what sets guys apart from each other.

While douches lack refinement, they still have an advantage over shy guys.  They actively seek out women and are persistent until they succeed.  They take pride in their appearance and enjoy feeling powerful.  People tend to gravitate towards whoever gives off an aura of power.

While feminism has become a new facet of our society, women still enjoy being sought after and wooed.  Chivalry and gallantry, while some argue is archaic, is often rewarded.  I've yet to witness a girl telling a guy to piss off for opening a door for her.

If nice guys don't want to finish last, they need to grow some balls and step up to the plate.  I'm not advocating for guys to act like douchebags.  No.  Cockiness is not cool.  Being comfortable with oneself? Yes. That is cool.

In essence, that's what I told my friend.

Well, actually I told him to suck it up and grow some balls because I was tired of attending his pity parties every day.  Seriously though.  He complains about not having a girlfriend ALL. THE. TIME.

Tough love.

Touchy Subject

While perusing the articles of Hello Giggles I stumbled across this gem: The Real Reasons Girls Call Other Girls "Fat," and I have to say that it really made me think about how people function and cope.

Personally, I've never been keen criticizing someone's weight because I know that often there is a medical reason behind why a person is too big/skinny, but I do criticize.

My "cattiness" usually manifests itself comments about a person's shitty personality or lack of talent, and I couldn't help but wonder if this was a reflection upon myself, or if I was legitimately saying something constructive about someone.

Take for instance this girl that I graduated with.  Let's call her Princess.  She's very "loud" and "proud" in a Jennifer Hudson wannabe manner and takes every opportunity to show off her vocal abilities.

Sadly those abilities cause everyone within the vicinity to visibly cringe when she starts to butcher an Adele or Alicia Keys song.  Everyone talks shit about her voice, but she doesn't care.  She thinks her voice is beautiful, and haters? They gonna hate.

I almost pity her due to the fact that her delusion has ostracized her from a lot of people, but then again, she's also a mondo bitch who likes to fight with people.

Am I a bad person for laughing when someone cracks a Princess joke?  Especially when the joke is actually true?  Is making fun of her terrible voice equally as bad as criticizing her for her weight?  Are the Spice Girls going to kick me out of their fanclub for being cruel to a fellow female?

Thankfully, I haven't seen Princess since graduation, and I don't think I'll see her until the next reunion.  I don't want to be the reason why someone has insecurities.   

My house is officially a fire hazard.

A few weeks ago my dad announced that we were going to start taking the weekends off from working out in order to let our bodies recover. 

Ha.

Hahahahaha. So funny.  Because I have yet to experience a weekend that wasn't physically strenuous.

I spent most of yesterday and today helping pack up my dad's office so that we could move it into the house.  My parents are trying to cut down on expenses so that they can have extra money, and while getting rid of the office saves them $1000 a month, it also makes our house feel super tiny and cramped.

My dad's master plan is to use the extra money to pay off the family car as well as save up to buy a bigger house where he can have a separate room for his office.  Currently, by my estimation, that plan is going to take 5 years to show any results, but hey, by then I'll be moved out and (hopefully) travelling around with the military.

But right now there are boxes. Boxes everywhere.  And two huge desks, 3 bookshelves, 3 lateral filing cabinets in our living room.  And a ton of chairs under our car port.  Our neighbors hate us.  But back to the boxes.  They're piled floor to ceiling, and are blocking our front door and french doors that open up to our backyard.  So we now only have two exits: the back door and laundry room door, both of which are on the other side of the house.  If there was a fire we'd have to jump out of our windows because there are too many damn boxes to maneuver around.  Fun stuff.

But yeah.  After a full day of loading and unloading heavy office furniture and boxes full of books my body is in pain.  Luckily, my dad is in an equal amount of pain, meaning that we might get to skip our Monday work-out.  Gosh I hope so. I just want to soak in a warm bath for the rest of eternity while I read Harry Potter.