I dated this girl once. Really, honest to God dates. She and I had a nice enough thing, but she had so many skeletons in her closet that they kept spilling elsewhere. Her last boyfriend had been abusive and it was something she wasn't going to get over, regardless if I was around or not. So rather then tell everyone her secret and that the weight of it was causing a rift between us, I just became an asshole.
I still debate over why I made that choice, all it did was save her face. She was able to break up with me because I appeared worthless, but it wasn't going to get her any better. She was temporarily embodied with power, not given an entire brand new line of Transformers (Autobots only). Nobody was the better for it.
So here's my boggle. If good guys should stick around, at what point can they jump ship? They've been claiming the whole time they can't do anything, but when can they soar off like an eagle on a pogo stick? After a week? A month?
Pishposh. I wouldn't have been the better for sticking around with a troubled young lady, but still wish I would've tried. Some things are inherently doomed, but we shoulder them anyway. Tiny Tim was screwed, but Dad still took him out.
Reminders for class: Appeared. Not actually worthless.
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