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Name: Robbie
Country: United States
State: Ohio
Birthday: 6/30/1986
Gender: Male
Interests: none of your god damn buisness!
Occupation: Artist
Industry: Art
Message: message me
Member Since:
7/2/2003
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| This is my tribute to the nice guys. To the nice guy who are overlooked, who become friends and nothing more, who spend hours fixating upon their looks and their personalities and their actions because it must be they that are doing something wrong. This is for the guys who don't give it up on the first date, who don't want to play mind games, who provide a comforting hug and a supportive audience for a story they've heard a thousand times. This is for the guys who understand that they aren't perfect and that the girls they're interested in aren't either, for the guy who flirt and laugh and worry and obsess over the slightest glance, whisper, touch, because somehow they are able to keep alive that hope that maybe...maybe this time she has understood. This is a homage to the guys who laugh loud and often, who care more than they should for guys who don't deserve their attention. This is for those guy who have been in the trenches, who have watched other guys time and time again fake up and make up and fuck up the girls in their lives without saying a word. This is for the guys who have been there from the beginning and have heard the trite words of advice, from "there are plenty of fish in the sea," to "time heals all wounds." This is to honor those guys who know that girls are just as scared as they are, who know that they deserve better, who are seeking to find it.
This is for the guys who have never been in love, but know that it's an experience that they don't want to miss out on.This is for the guys who have spent their weekends sitting on the sidelines of a beer pong tournament or a case race, or playing Florence Nightingale for a vomiting just a girl that is a friend or a comatose crush, who have received a drunk phone call just before dawn from someone who doesn't care enough to invite them over but is still willing to pass out in their bed. This is for the guys who have left sad song lyrics in their away messages, who have tried to make someone understand through a subliminally appealing profile, who have time and time again dropped their female friend hint after hint after hint only to watch her chase after the first muscle bound guy. This is for the guys who have been told that they're too good or too smart or too pretty, who have been given compliments as a way of breaking off a relationship, who have ever been told they are only wanted as a friend.
This one's for the guys who you can take home to mom, but won't because it's easier to sleep with a man whore than foster a relationship; this is for the guys who have been led on by words and kisses and touches, all of which were either only true for the moment, or never real to begin with. This is for the guys who have allowed a girls into their head and heart and bed, only to discover that she just not ready, she just not over him, she just not looking to be tied down; this is for the guy who believe the excuses because it's easier to believe that it's not that they don't want you, it's that they don't want anyone. This is for the guy who have had their hearts broken and their hopes dashed by someone too cavalier to have cared in the first place; this is for the nights spent dissecting every word and syllable and inflection in her speech, for the nights when you've returned home alone, for the nights when you've seen from across the room her leaning a little too close, or standing a little too near, or talking a little too softly for the guy she's with to be a random hookup. This is for the guy who have endured party after party in her presence, finally having realized that it wasn't that she didn't want a relationship: it was that she didn't want you. I honor you for the night her dog died or her grandmother died or her little brother crashed her car and you held her, thinking that if you only comforted her just right, or said the right words, or rubbed her back in the right way then perhaps she'd realize what it was that she already had. This is for the night you realized that it would never happen, and the sunrise you saw the next morning after failing to sleep.
This is for the "I really like you, so let's still be friends" comment after you read more into a situation than she ever intended; this is for never realizing that when you choose friends, you seldom choose those which make you cry yourself to sleep. This is for the comments you've received from your female friends, for the nights they've reassured you that you are intelligent and amazing and loyal and truly worthy of a great girl; this is for the despair you all felt as you sat in the aftermath of your tears, knowing that that night the only companionship you'd have was with a pillow. This is for the guys who have been used and abused, who have endured what she was giving because at least she was giving something; this is for the stupidity of the nights we've believed that something was better than nothing, though her something was nothing we'd have ever wanted. This is for the guy who have been satisfied with too little and who have learned never to expect anything more: for the guy who don't think that they deserve more, because they've been conditioned for so long to accept the scraps thrown to them by girls.
This is what I don't understand. woman sit and question and whine that guys are only attracted to the mean girls, the girls who berate them and belittle them and don't appreciate them and don't want them; who use them for sex and think of little else than where their next conquys who are genuinely interested and compelling, who are intelligent and sweet and smart and beautiful; women despair that no good men want to share in their lives, that girls play mind games, that guys love to keep them hanging. Yet, women, I ask you: were you to meet one of these genuinely interested, thrillingly compelling, interesting and intelligent and sweet and smart guys,
So don't say you're on the lookout for nice guy, girls, when you pass us up on every step you take. Sometimes we go undercover; sometimes we go in disguise: "This isn't me. Tomorrow morning, I'll be wearing a t-shirt and flannel shorts, I'll have slept alone and I'll be making my hung over best friend breakfast. See through the disguise. See me." You never do. Why? Because you only see the exterior, you only see the guy who welcomes those advances. You don't want the nice guy, so don't say you're looking for a relationship: relationships take time and energy and intent, three things we're willing to extend--but in return, we're looking for compassion and loyalty and trust, three things you never seem willing to express. | | |
| im getting my packing done, time to move into my new house...cant wait! It going to be so nice...i just hope i can get my laptop fixed before the new quarter starts. (in half a week i will be a Sophomore) rock out! | | |
| Today was a pretty good day. I got most of my Char. and Object
animation homework done, but really what made my day was just taking
with my best friend about our childhood antics. Like all the
times we almost killed ourselves with fireworks and slingshots, The
amount of time we fell off of Mrs. Shaffers roof, how many attempts we
made at making the best tree house ever, or even when the next door
neighbors shot water balloons at us as we tried climbing to the top of
our pine trees. We even tried to reach out for the powerlines
that crossed by the trees. How many other people used to pretend
they were in some kind of game like Final Fantasy and try to beat up
your friend thats pretending to be all the monsters. those my
friends are honestly the best years of your life. So i hope you
can all hang on to the memories to tell your children in the
future.
If everyone could just re-live a day like that....I really think it
could help alot of us. So if anyone out there ever comes
across anything that will grant them wishes...do me a favor and wish
that everyone could re-live a happy day in their childhood, either that
or wish for the ability to fly....cause that would be really cool.
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| Its been so long, since i've said anything interesting to listening
ears. I Guess there really isnt much to say. I finally
realized the times i type on this, this "journal" the most are the
times im feeling lonely or Depressed, is it because im, or better yet,
its because, we, as a whole find ourselves craving for attention....do
we desperetly want someone to care about us, but dont know how to reach
out? Could it be that we want to say something to someone but
dont have the courage to do so (i know i do), so we arch our backs and
huddle over the computer and fiercly type away our problems with hints
and nudges to get that persons attention, to let them know they did
something wrong, but never really tell them? Is this the easy way
out? Yes, i believe it is, i believe its the only way out for
people these days. Why do we do it though? Are we weak,
scared? Scared, yes, thats an iteresting concept to the whole
thing. I know im guilty of the same crimes, but the only way i
can stop it is if i choose to. I believe thats why im leaving
this post. To try and pull people out of this thing we keep
steering ourselves into.... this gutter we call a journal. We use
it as a crutch, because we cant do it alone, bullshit, we dont want to
do it alone.
Give this a try, for a whole month type nothing but fun, great, joyess
things. See how many people leave you messages then. If it
isnt dissaster and pain there reading about, is it worth reading?
Find out.
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| this is an update for all people who tell me to update!
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quote of the day: "Things happen to you when you party naked" | | |
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