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Death's Doormat
No, I don't call myself a cynic. I prefer the term "disappointed optimist." Here are a few words from my Advice Goddess column that I just posted on the front of my site:

There are those who always look for the best in people. “Despite everything, I still believe people are good at heart,” wrote Anne Frank. And then the Nazis dragged her off to death camp. It’s nice to be nice. It’s nice to believe other people are nice. It’s nicer still when they actually turn out to be nice. Okay, so nothing says “I love you” like a background check. But if you’re looking to find love, you can’t just cross your fingers and hope you won’t end up with somebody who has all the humanity of a tire iron.

Posted by aalkon at November 10, 2005 8:28 AM

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Underneath the sizzle, the snazz, the bow-tie, the ermine and pearls, we are all tire irons. Me you and the guy across the street. The only difference in people then is their own invented amounts of self-delusion, humanities primary trait. We are all selfish, by nature, as products of our darwinian evolution. Care for humanity, love and brotherhood is an illusion that has never existed in the real world. it only exists in fairy tales. fictions, religions, pop psychologys. Love love love if we can only find the right way to express it, the problems will solve is the message of the dopey left, media, the brainless pig, orca winfrey. Our evolutionary nature is just the opposite, and as we are animals bred of the earth with these instincts all the dopey pronouncements of love will fall short, as they always have, by the way, and will continue to. Some minor progress and change can occur, but just remember, it's minor. You're trying to interest your kitty in going swimming.
I am a tire iron. I am happy tire iron. I exist in a world of only tire irons, but the others imagine themselves to be kittens and butterflies and bunnies. Silly, silly, tire irons.

Posted by: everybody persecutes chris at November 10, 2005 6:48 AM

Anne Frank aside, most of the people I know that continue to see the worst in people do so because they are attracted to that element. Example: one of my wifes best friends is a man-hater, mostly because she ruined her own marriage with an affair and for the last 5 years has bounced back between two married men, neither of whom has any intention of leaving their wives and marrying her. So to her, all men are cheating lying dogs.

My wife has a bad habit of needing to be needed, so she loans money to everyone and (used to) co-sign whenever asked. She always got burned, and now believes most people are cheats when it comes to money. But the cheats are who she attracted to her through her good-hearted actions. I tell people I will loan THEM the money if they get the bank to co-sign for them, and have never been burned.

The people I know who always see the worst in other people identify themselves through their own victimization.

Posted by: eric at November 10, 2005 8:16 AM

Only got strung along for a couple of months? Sounds like (s)he got off easy.

Posted by: Paul Hrissikopoulos at November 10, 2005 11:55 PM

Oh, good! We get to comment on your columns again? We haven't done this in a while. And not to worry, I won't get out the "Annie" curly red wig by mistake and start singing "Tomorrow." (donning curly red wig) But, Rickieeeee... WAAAAAAAAAH!

Oops. Sorry. Wrong curly red wig.

I appreciate the fact that you cut this guy some slack. Yes, he could have anticipated that his girlfriend was not exactly Mary Pickford, but on the other hand, who expects that magnitude of cruelty?

Posted by: Patrick at November 11, 2005 7:41 PM

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