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I Am A Consolation Prize Essay

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It’s almost as if I am a consolation prize to far too many women who fall short of their romantic endeavors. Even the word prize may be a stretch as an appropriate name to represent this arrangement. I am more like a band aid for the broken rather than an actual reward. It seems as if there have always been women in my life that allow guys destroy them to the lowest denominator. The pattern – much to my dismay - is repeated over and over. Time after time they go through their separate dilemmas, and after it turns south, they come crawling back to me. My role is to make them whole again by putting the shattered pieces back together. As simple as this may sound, it is far easier said than accomplished. As to how effective my requested involvement is, I’m not a hundred percent sure. There is a fine line between helpful and hurtful, and depending on the day, it could tilter to either side. The variations are minor and truth be told, everyone wants to help them. It’s human nature. The problem is, more often than less, they won’t help themselves. Is this some kind of morbid attraction? Do the good guys really finish last? I always thought that the words were just nothing more than a popular cliché. Perhaps I thought wrong. It’s all about choices. We all have the power to choose so why do they keep going for the same destructive unions? The solution seems so simple to me. All they have to do is stop going out with terrible guys. Then I again it is all too clear that I continue

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