Nice, and how it doesn't keep things from changing.

"You're too nice to me," a girl said to me Friday night.

"You're more than nice enough", one said to me a couple of months ago.

From my calculations, nice can be ridiculously cruel, folks.

Wolverine didn't dissapoint me, though. I watched it with Speedy. While not the company I was anticipating for the night, not a bad companion. 

We stopped at McDonalds afterward. Used his gift card and some of my gold dollars to buy a chicken sandwich meal (his), a Big Mac meal (mine) and a brownie melt (mine, then his). I'd bought Friday's edition of the Lexington-Herald and had laid it down on a table before ordering. I turned around to see an older woman about to look at it. I startled here when I had returned to the table.

"Oh I'm sorry hun," she said, laying down the newspaper.

"Oh, it's no problem. You can keep reading it if you want."

"Oh no, you paid for it, it's yours. I thought it was just laying here for anyone to read."

I tried to be nice. I wish she'd taken the newspaper. 

I sat down to eat with Speedy at a new table and inquired the woman, now about to eat with her husband, if she was sure she didn't want to read through the paper. She laughed lightly and said something similar to her previous statement. I still wish she'd taken the paper. I felt like I'd taken it away from her, when it was mine to begin with and I shouldn't have felt guilty.

On the way out, I asked Adam Porter if he needed a ride home. He'd been there ever since we'd gotten there around 9:10 and he'd gotten off work around 8:30. 

"Nah, my aunt's on the way. But thanks man!"

I wish he'd taken the ride. I felt bad leaving him there. We're mutual acquaintances at best, yet in that moment, I felt like he was one of my greatest friends. He's a nice dude who seems like he's been through a lot. I hope his aunt showed up soon.

I dropped Speedy off and lost it. I started thinking about a lot of things. I listened to some Theory of a Deadman while I teared up over graduation being so soon and about how much things have changed over the past school year. Most of what I started to think about at this point ended up in my graduation speech, which I wrote today. Barring major execution of the paper, it'll be a fun thing to hear, I assure you.

Nice didn't get Adam a quicker ride home.

Nice didn't get the old woman a newspaper.

Nice didn't get Lauren to watch Wolverine with me.

Nice didn't keep Heather from going away for good.

Nice doesn't change things, but should it?

Adam got home somehow, as I've seen him online today. Maybe in the time he spent not taking me up on my offer, something grand happened to him.

The old lady and her husband seemed to be having a wonderful conversation behind Speedy and I. As I sifted through the sports section, the couple was talking about turnips that they grow together. Lovely. I envy that elderly love.

Lauren had a good time at the movies, from what she said. I am pleased that her evening was swell, and hope that as much good came out of it for her as she wanted.

Heather seems pretty happy right now with her girlfriend. She doesn't have the weight of confusion weighing down on her anymore and can finally be her true person without fear of scolding coming her way on any front. I'm jealous, but am genuinely happy for her.

So maybe nice shouldn't change things, cause in the long run, it could make things worse or strip away something good.

I'm gonna keep being generous though. Keep smilin' kiddies.

Batman, AWAY!!!
Joshua Aaron Moore

Quote of the Day

"You can't live a perfect day without doing something for someone who will never be able to repay you." --- John Wooden, former coach of the UCLA Basketball Team