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Take a look at them. They're all nice guys, but they'll finish last. Nice guys. Finish last.


That's where the original saying came from--Leo Durocher--and he was referring to the opposing baseball team, not relationship dynamics. 


Now, I don't necessarily agree that nice guys always finish last, but here I am in New Orleans, bathing the hand grenades that dripped from balconies above off of me, and I was thinking about nice people in general. Now, the friend I'm with is probably going to think that I'm talking about her, however, let it be known to her that I just so happened to be remembering a different situation entirely.


My saying is: People use nice people. Ha, and also maybe that selfish people create nice people.


But really. If you wear a sign around your neck that says, "Hola, I'm nice," people tend to take notice. They use this as permission to use you for their gain. Now, notice I said that people use nice people. It could be a not-so-nice person, an average person, or even a fellow comrade of good deeds. 


But I see it everywhere. Maybe it's in your group project for class or the beggar on the street or your best friend or a lazy ex-boyfriend. But if you're nice, prepared to be used. Yet the brilliant thing about most nice people is that they don't mind. Though it might exhaust them, they enjoy lending a hand. 


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New Orleans is a brilliantly beautiful city. Gets me thinking about how different my life would be if I had grown up anywhere else. How different it would be if I left for something else.