Now, I KNOW the comments section doesn;t QUITE work yet, but this is an important post, so if you still want to comment, do so on the tagboard or for chrissake, I see all of you online. I think its important to talk about stuff that makes you think because every time you do, your mind opens us just that little bit more and the world takes a step closer to understanding its labyrinthe of secrets.

Too deep? Too deep.

Anyway, while I was whining and mooning about latest love (love, khah!) interest, who shall for all purposes of my pride, be dubbed Jester (if Josh and Chester had a child together, THIS GUY WOULD BE IT). I realize this sounds horribly retarded and wish I could come up with a cooler name like Romeo or Casanova, but heck, to each his own!

If today is a day that ends in "day" and the sky is still blue, I have pride issues to say the least. Basically, he'll never know that I liked him, that I ever DID like him, that I would ever be CAPABLE of liking him. Since my tragic encounter with whatsisface 2 years ago, I don't think I shall EVER let my pride get hurt that way, ever again. Its a risk I'm just not prepared to take.

Long and short of it is, this guy is sweet and funny and (if you're feeling squeamish, I BEG you to just keep reading, I DO eventually stop worshipping the ground he walks on and get to the point) a really nice guy. While I was despairing over my inflated ego's inability to let go, I came to a realiZATION! (AND HERE IT COMES, FINALLY, YAY!)

Nice guys really do finish last, don't they? (Anticlimactic, we know. It gets better!)

I mean, guys like Jester are more often than not, not seen. Quite simply, they are usually restricted to the buddy zone, and are often placed in little boxes, like those pretty ornaments that make you smile, but that you will never put in your rosewood cabinet in the hall because they're not quite pretty enough.

Its the so-called Elite who usually have the girls after em, isn't it? I mean, honestly. The guys in my class ALONE who have the most girls after them, the Nathans, Brendans, Aidans, Isitjustmeordoalltheirnamesendinans, are the first names people guessed when they found out I liked someone.

They didn't guess Jester until the very end. I lied, as usual.

I wondered why, and realized something. Another great, great buddy of mine, lets call him R, is one of the most decent guys in the world, who treats all his female friends like royalty, and as for that one girl he treasures, he tells us, and we believe him, that he WILL love her for(mush)ever.

Why IS it the nice guys that finish last? The ones that become best friends but never quite go all the way? The ones that girls go to when they need to cry but not often for much else? Hell, the ones they go to when they need ENTERTAINMENT, but not for real commitment?

At the end if the day, it's these guys that care, the ones that are funny, the ones that are smart, talented, friendly and make you feel great about yourself.

Females are true b$%^&*s sometimes.

The way I see it, nice guys don't finish last.

I know it seems like that a LOT of the time, but what they never realize is quite simply, that the other guys never even cross the finish line.