“I love deadlines. I like the whooshing sound they make as they fly by.”
– Douglas Adams…good old Doug had such a way with words.

The natural nurturing nice-guys never notice notable opportunities racing past…whooshing like Douglas’ deadlines. Always more concerned about clearing the path so that others can claim these as we lack the aggression to do it ourselves.

They are the helping hands, the garbage collectors, the ladder wrung and even the net below should one fall. However, with the path clear and a helping hand as someone climbs the ladder, then they move on with thanks of little more than a wave or perhaps a pat on the head. Those people have a higher calling.

The nice guy, however, is like Douglas Adams’ elevators. They are only required to assist people, carrying them up and down, but are never asked nor given the opportunity to do more…to go sideways, or diagonal, or between dimensions. They are usually too shy or afraid to ask as they lacking that aggression.

Instead they simply watch those that they carrying catch the whooshing opportunities. Then they go sit in the basement and sulk until the next person, en route to an opportunity, requires assistance.

Look at the word, even. “Nice”…the word originates from nothing…literally. So a ‘nice’ guy is a ‘nothing’ guy. One who is nice to have around when the dog shit on the lawn needs to go away, but not for much else.

Good for nothing. Nothing to see here. Nothing ventured, nothing gained. There is nothing better. Nothing lasts forever.

This nothing-guy is going to bed before someone else asks for his help.

“I don’t wanna be here no more..
Wouldn’t it be good to be in your shoes
Even if it was for just one day…”
– Nik Kershaw

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