Nice Guys Finish BEST

I wrote this at Saved Singles' GetAway in response to thoughts on the phrase "Nice Guys Finish Last." ((I didn't link to it through a Xomblurb, because I think you have to have been a member of Saved Singles' GetAway in order to link straight to a member's message.))

In my opinion (and I'm not sure whether this has been said somewhere in previous replies), nice guys and -girls DO finish "last," because they finish 'best' ... they get married when they are *ready* to *be* married; thus they raise the best children, who marry when they are *ready* to *be* married, etc.

(You can insert 'flirt' or 'date' or whatever for "marry," but I'm just explaining how one should be fully-meditated upon what they do in their lives ... not necessarily 'stopping nature's urges,' but acting on them with the full control God gives each of us.)

The Way Parents and Children Might Always Have Gone

These days (as of auld, I suppose), semi-mature guys--25-30 years old--are picking-up barely-legal girls and marrying them (usually with pregnancy impending)---and thus they bring up the children while they are still working on themselves.

THIS CAN GO WRONG! Oh, it's fine as long as the career-building IN-NO-WAY infringes on the child-rearing--i.e. as long as the child-rearing goes exactly according-to-plan ... but I'm not in any of my parents' plans!

See, when I was fourteen years old, I died--well, not shaking your beliefs, I 'nearly' died--and was left with an infant connection between my 14-year-old-brain and -body.

Before I was 10, my mother was a typical housewife and my father was a hard-working man; then mom started furthering her education to become a early-education teacher and a reading-specialist, and dad did to become a CPA and a JD. When I 'almost' died--though it might have been over-humiliating at times--my mother SHOULD have gone back to being a typical housewife and my father back to being a hard-working man.

Parents? Actually Help Children? Feh!

But they didn't go back. Actually, going back might have been impossible---as mom was now working to support the family and to pay back the student loans accrued so far.

So you see that they would have been fine with going back if they had never 'gone forward' in the first place ... if they had never aspired to 'make something of themselves' ... something other than me, my sister and my brother.

But I was nice--i.e. 'finishing last'--and thus didn't want to be in the way of anyone trying to finish soon. I didn't make it blatantly apparent that I--their flesh-and-blood, their sole (along with my bro and sis) reason for being on the planet--needed their time, whether I was where they should have been (in court, pleading for the full price of my lost years) or where I had to be (in school).

My father--ever needing to 'finish first'--ended up losing my mother, losing his licensure and moving in with his queer sister. My mother never worried about herself--remember, she only finished her extra-education because she had to in order to support the deep-deep debts my father was acruing--and so she received all the love she needed.

Maybe I'm One o` Those 'Indigo Children'

But my mother still left me owed more than anyone has even dared to count! And left me powerless, POWERLESS to assume the role that neither she nor my father could fulfill.

Here I am. The brutally-retarded supergenius. The underfed fat-man. The undead minister. The Nice Guy.