poor nice guys.

highlight of my day:

[preface ~ you know those people who leave your building and don't notice you walking toward the door, so they exit, look at you in an unsympathetic manner, and keep walking, while you're left staring at the fastly closing door in annoyance, reaching for your keys, when all could have been avoided if the person could have just waited 3.2 seconds for you out of pure courtesy? well, i hate those people.]

so i was walking toward my building today, and a random boy was holding the door for like three people. "good for you," i say to myself, holding no expectations that he'd continue to hold it for me, or even see me walking. that's alright, since he already extended his courtesy to previous building enter-ers.

he starts stepping off the stoop and spots me. his eyes go wide with the realization that he may not have held the door long enough. he pivots back to the door and his arm shoots out as he tries to grab the handle to save me from reaching into my pocket for my keys. he misses; the door slams shut.

"that's okay, valiant effort. i've got it," i say to him, still impressed at his door manners.

to my shock, this boy pulls out his keys and proceeds to open the door for me, even though i am standing with my keys in my hand three feet from both him and the door.

here's to nice guys for once.

even though they get the shaft in life, girls preferring the masochism of stupid assholes, here's to the chivalrous ones who are just genuinely kind to others.

keep up the good work.