Nice guys finish last.... always or always?
I am pondering about this age old proverb/statement/fact/myth on this pleasant November evening at 11:05 pm. To keep the records straight, I am a couple of pegs of old monk down, but I don't think that's too much of an issue here.
Since childhood I have been taught that being nice even in the face of the nastiest actions is the way to live a proper life. Always think of the other person before you do. To give and expect nothing in return is how one should lead your life. Today after 26 years of indoctrination I am doubting the wisdom of this school of thought. Does being nice always work (short-term, long-term, any term?)? Keep taking the pain, absorb it, never reflect it, that is how I have tried to live. No where am I saying i have been successful at that. But the intent, the endeavor has always been the same.
Look where it has got me now. Life keeps fucking with me over and over again. And then points at me and goes muhahahahaha! I wish I could drag life to court. I want to sue it for rape. But sadly I can't. The worst part is, life is the master of ironies. It LOVES to be ironical. Every time it fucks with me, i just shake off the dirt, pick myself up and move on. Every single fucking time. But I am sure life has got more people to fuck with. I think it should stop using me every single time. It's as if I am a sexy female walking down a street naked and life is a sexually starved deranged moron, who thinks I am the best bet for releasing all its tensions.
If it's true that after the age of 21 it is nigh impossible to change the behavior of an individual, then I guess I am stuck with what I call the nice guy syndrome (NGS) for the rest of my life. I will always be the one who gets fucked over, whose trust will be violated again and again. But I guess the worst of the lot happens when it comes to the matters of the heart. You see the biggest symptom of this NGS is the belief in complete bullshit concepts like that of true love, reciprocation of feelings, being a hopeless romantic, falling like a ton of bricks for the opposite sex and then pining away to glory when you get rejected. The worst effect of this syndrome is a malaise on which to quote a hindi proverb , "poori duniya kayam hai", also know as the heart shredding, blinding, making puppets out of perfectly intelligent humans, feeling called HOPE. Its this hope that drives NGS victims to do anything for the other person, reaching unkown levels of stupidity (amongst others, going to help the person 10 kms away when you yourself are burning with fever and barely able to walk!!!), being a complete sap and turning into their personal bitch.
Rants like these do not get closure but just punch a tiny little hole to release the steam building up. Hate is not part of my dictionary and will never be. But I think its time to modify the NGS and maybe think a little for myself too. I once read somewhere that part of growing up is taking tough decisions and then learning to live with them. Maybe its time I grew up.
Cheers!
I am pondering about this age old proverb/statement/fact/myth on this pleasant November evening at 11:05 pm. To keep the records straight, I am a couple of pegs of old monk down, but I don't think that's too much of an issue here.
Since childhood I have been taught that being nice even in the face of the nastiest actions is the way to live a proper life. Always think of the other person before you do. To give and expect nothing in return is how one should lead your life. Today after 26 years of indoctrination I am doubting the wisdom of this school of thought. Does being nice always work (short-term, long-term, any term?)? Keep taking the pain, absorb it, never reflect it, that is how I have tried to live. No where am I saying i have been successful at that. But the intent, the endeavor has always been the same.
Look where it has got me now. Life keeps fucking with me over and over again. And then points at me and goes muhahahahaha! I wish I could drag life to court. I want to sue it for rape. But sadly I can't. The worst part is, life is the master of ironies. It LOVES to be ironical. Every time it fucks with me, i just shake off the dirt, pick myself up and move on. Every single fucking time. But I am sure life has got more people to fuck with. I think it should stop using me every single time. It's as if I am a sexy female walking down a street naked and life is a sexually starved deranged moron, who thinks I am the best bet for releasing all its tensions.
If it's true that after the age of 21 it is nigh impossible to change the behavior of an individual, then I guess I am stuck with what I call the nice guy syndrome (NGS) for the rest of my life. I will always be the one who gets fucked over, whose trust will be violated again and again. But I guess the worst of the lot happens when it comes to the matters of the heart. You see the biggest symptom of this NGS is the belief in complete bullshit concepts like that of true love, reciprocation of feelings, being a hopeless romantic, falling like a ton of bricks for the opposite sex and then pining away to glory when you get rejected. The worst effect of this syndrome is a malaise on which to quote a hindi proverb , "poori duniya kayam hai", also know as the heart shredding, blinding, making puppets out of perfectly intelligent humans, feeling called HOPE. Its this hope that drives NGS victims to do anything for the other person, reaching unkown levels of stupidity (amongst others, going to help the person 10 kms away when you yourself are burning with fever and barely able to walk!!!), being a complete sap and turning into their personal bitch.
Rants like these do not get closure but just punch a tiny little hole to release the steam building up. Hate is not part of my dictionary and will never be. But I think its time to modify the NGS and maybe think a little for myself too. I once read somewhere that part of growing up is taking tough decisions and then learning to live with them. Maybe its time I grew up.
Cheers!
