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<h1>An Introduction, Of Sorts</h1>
<p>Call me Niceguy.</p>
<p>I like to think of myself as a decent human being. I buy drinks for my friends when we go out.
I help others when they're going through tough times. I treat animals kindly. If I could jump off
the screen right now, I'd go and make us both a big bowl of popcorn just so we could sit down and
enjoy it together. In short, I'm the kind of guy that others refer to as "nice."</p>
<p>Women have often asked me to fix their computers, prepare their taxes, help move their furniture,
or assist them with their homework. They'd ask me to pick them up when they'd missed the last bus,
they'd ask me to loan them money when they were in a jam, and they'd ask me to bring snacks in the
middle of the night. And since I'm nice, I was always happy to help. Unfortunately, none of the women
I put myself out for were ever interested in reciprocating. Help was suddenly unavailable whenever
I was the one who needed it. "Oh, you're such a good friend!" I'd hear each time I was
exploited. This wouldn't bother me so much except for the fact that refusing requests to be exploited
was always met with a wall of disapproval.</p>
<p>Guys like me were brought up to believe that if we always tried our best, and were beacons of
kindness and generosity in a world filled with thugs and cads, we would inevitably find a girl who
would love us and accept us for who we were. Instead, those traits seemed to disqualify me from any
sort of romantic arrangement, and I'm pretty sure I'm not alone here. Whenever I'd ask a woman out,
she'd inevitably tell me that I was far too much like a brother to her, or that she didn't want to
spoil our friendship. Such rejections were always followed with sincere assurances that when I
eventually found a girlfriend, she would be so lucky to have a guy like me. Yes, a woman of grace
and understanding was just around the corner, merely awaiting my displays of affection to fall right
into my arms.</p>
<p>Well that's a myth. A fraud. A big damn lie. Now that I live in exile from my native culture, I
can see that dating and romance in the West is a heavily skewed affair. It sees love and romance
almost strictly in terms of what the female wants. What the female expects. What the female demands.
The male is mere fodder. He needs to step up to the plate and work hard, and he needs to change to
suit his woman's needs. She on the other hand, should just be herself, no matter how horrible or
deceitful that may be.</p>
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<p><i>Written By Niceguy</i></p>
<p>After a (very) long delay, I'm glad to announce that the long-awaited audiobook version of Land of the Losers is
now available.</p>
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<h1>Tossed Aside</h1>
<p><i>Written By Stan</i></p>
<p>I met a good friend of mine, Oliver, while I was attending a lecture years ago. Although
our busy schedules sometimes made it difficult to hang out, we did have a shared interest
in manga. At some point, I somehow became one of his closest confidants. Unfortunately for
him, the last several years have not been kind and he’d gone through some pretty significant
life crises. One of them was an untimely accusation of plagiarism which came from his biology
professor.</p>
<p>One of his seminar classes required Oliver to hand in a research report, which had
apparently come under suspicion. The university’s policy on plagiarism was very no-nonsense.
One possibility he faced was confessing to the illicit act, which would automatically make
him fail the class and perhaps lead to expulsion by the provost. The other option he had was
finding a fellow classmate to vouch for him. Oliver was a very low-key and private guy
by nature, which meant that hadn’t socialized with many of his own classmates. Unfortunately
for him, almost no one wanted to assist in this case because they were "afraid of getting
on the professor’s bad side," as one of them reportedly testified.</p>
<p>This put Oliver at an impasse, but he wasn’t ready to give up quite yet. On one
particularly hot and balmy afternoon in May, I was sitting with him in the school cafeteria
when one of his few friendly classmates, Chloe, approached our table. She talked with us for
a while and when Oliver informed Chloe about his predicament, she was just as shocked and
indignant as he was. They had spent a lot of time studying together, and had bonded over the
shared stresses of coursework, and even gone to a few parties together. She immediately
volunteered to help out.</p>
<p>I had actually gotten a pretty good first impression of Chloe; she seemed devoted,
open-minded and caring. Oliver laid out exactly what she needed to do on her end:
email the dean and provost with a short written statement explaining her opinion that
his final research paper could not have been plagiarized. Chloe repeatedly assured him
that writing the email wouldn’t be a problem at all. I personally don’t remember the
full conversation, but the last minute of their talk foreshadowed the kind of personal
hell that Oliver would experience over the summer. Before she left, she said:</p>
<p>"By the way, since I’m about to graduate, I’m going on a vacation for a month or
so. I’ll write the email while I’m there."</p>
<p>"No prob. See you later." Oliver replied to her gratefully.</p>
<p>Little did I know that my friend would have one of the most stressful times of his life.</p>
<p><b>Thin As a Promise</b></p>
<p>Time flew by after that conversation. After the offer of Chloe’s help had seemingly
provided a solution to Oliver's crisis, the whole incident took a back seat in my mind.
I focused on sorting out my own agenda, namely my final exams and projects. Once my summer
break started, I went back to my hometown, hung out with old friends and used my free time
to unwind after the semester’s stress. By that time, I had almost completely forgotten the
incident with Oliver. Very late one night in June, however, I got an unexpected phone call.
As I answered, I felt pissed at getting disturbed at such an ungodly hour:</p>
<p>"Oliver? It’s 3:30 in the fucking morning". I moaned "Why are you calling
me now?"</p>
<p>"I can’t sleep", he confessed "I don’t know what the hell to do. Chloe’s
not talking to me."</p>
<p>"What the hell are you talking about?" I grumbled sleepily.</p>
<p>"I just tried to remind Chloe through Facebook that she needs to send the email to
the dean. She ended up blocking me!"</p>
<p>"What?! Are you serious?"</p>
<p>I listened to Oliver as he told me what had happened. Chloe had never messaged him or
informed him that she’d emailed her promised testimonial. In fact, he never heard from her
after they spoke in the school cafeteria. Oliver needed to secure Chloe’s help by a certain
time, or else he would have to face the worst consequences from the provost. Since she was
always on social media posting pictures of her vacation in Hawaii and Europe, Oliver figured
that sending a reminder through Facebook Messenger was the right step to take.</p>
<p>He noted that Chloe had read his message but didn’t reply. Oliver felt it was a bit
unusual but as he was about to send a follow up message, he found that he’d been blocked.
There was now no way to reach her through Messenger. Since he didn't have anybody else to
support his testimony, his academic future at the university was now at the mercy of the
officials who would decide his fate.</p>
<p>When I asked Oliver what steps he was planning to take next, he replied that he was left
with no other option but to make a 5 hour drive from his home to school. That’s when he would
attempt to meet with the provost in person to explain the predicament and try to work out
a "reasonable" deal with him. Then he also mentioned that the school had so far
been, institutionally, beyond incompetent. He had spent almost that whole day calling and
emailing just about every department he could, including the dean, the provost, the registrar
and the counselor’s office, only to be given the runaround or be sent to a functionary
who didn’t know how to address the situation.</p>
<p>I didn’t know who to feel more angry at: the school administration, which had not only put
Oliver in this situation but was also so grossly incompetent as to keep throwing hurdles
in his path, or Chloe’s own brand of thoughtless neglectfulness. To say that Chloe’s decision
to block Oliver was "evil" would ascribe too much intentionality to her; she simply
didn’t care about her "friend". She ended up abandoning Oliver at the time he needed
her the most. All because she couldn't be bothered to take 10 minutes out of her vacation time
to write an important email to the dean.</p>
<p>Oliver decided to make a last stand at the college and drive the required 5 hours to get
there, ultimately ending up sleeping in his car when the provost mysteriously failed to show up.
Chloe’s ridiculous failure to follow through on her task however, made me curious as to what
she’d been doing since departing school. That was until I managed to take a look at her
Instagram account. There was post after post of her in Hawaii, Europe, Bali, and a bunch of
other exotic vacation spots. Pictures of exquisite foods and snorkeling in Hawaii littered her
feed. In fact, she posted something like <i>30 Instagram stories</i> on her account! It was
mind-boggling how Chloe was having the time of her life while Oliver was almost at his breaking
point and sleeping in his car. Is it really so taxing for someone to type a short email?</p>
<p><b>Yes, I'm Serious</b></p>
<p>Oliver went to hell and back but he lived to tell the tale. He never told me exactly what
happened the next day, aside from the fact that he spent the night sleeping in his parked car
before waking as early as possible to walk into the provost’s office to await him.
Miraculously, he scored a bittersweet victory: although the provost agreed that perhaps the
final paper wasn’t plagiarized, Oliver was nonetheless put on probation and barred from
enrolling in classes for a year. Still, to him, it felt like a victory. It was a vicarious
relief for me.</p>
<p>After Oliver returned home, he called to confide in me that he now felt as if he couldn’t
rely on women in times of need. I told him his reaction was understandable. I also warned
him it was best not to let anger and bitterness fester too much, and that although Chloe
hadn’t kept her word, he shouldn’t dwell on her seeming indifference.</p>
<p>After trying to wrap my head around the ordeal he’d gone through, I eventually decided
that Chloe simply did not see Oliver as a friend in the same sense that he and I understood
the term. She apparently viewed him as a <i>tool</i> that would help her pass her classes.
All the time they spent bonding studying for finals and socializing really didn’t seem to
mean anything to her. It was just a means of cajoling Oliver into doing work for her.
The moment that Oliver outlived his usefulness, she tossed him aside like a dead battery
and acted as if he no longer existed.</p>
<p>To this day, Chloe has never come to Oliver to offer an explanation or apologize for
her actions. Chloe’s life just moved on so easily with "#goodvibes." There are
millions of "Chloes" living amongst us. They're generally fickle and self-serving,
unless something helps to boost their egos on social media and provide validation; digital
signals that support the self-assurance that they are good people. When you’re truly down
however, "Chloes" don’t offer help. They offer soft words and feel-good inaction.</p>
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