Why I...Listen To Tom's and Daisy's Conversations

Daisy has been my friend for years. I love her to death and would do anything to protect her and make sure she was happy. And I know Tom doesn’t make Daisy happy. She hates being married to him. Sure, they were happy at one point, but then the happiness faded. I remember the first time I heard them argue. I wasn’t purposely listening in on their conversation, but I’m glad I was. There was yelling, screaming, arguing, crying, and finally the thunder of a sharp slap. I wasn’t sure who hit who at first, but then Daisy came down stairs, tears rushing down her face, and ran out the front door. I dropped what I was doing and chased after her. I finally caught up to her and turned her around and saw the red hand print that was still visible on her face. She broke down and I held her close. I told her this was never to happen to her again. I walked her back inside and sat her down, letting her compose herself once again. While she did that, I went upstairs to confront Tom. In less detail, Tom had a broken nose and apologized to Daisy, swearing never to hit her again, in the same day. That’s why I listen in on their conversations now. I protect Daisy.

What I Was Thinking When...I Was Balancing Something On My Chin

Whenever Nick would join Daisy, Tom, and I, and Daisy and I were laying on the couches, Nick always seemed to look at me with a strange curiosity. He may not have noticed it, but as I lay on the couch, I would always glance his way to see if he was looking at me. I could tell he saw that the way my demeanor was, something was swirling in my mind. My stance, when laying down, was sort of upright. My head tilted back so that my chin was higher up. I pretended what was on my chin was a glass, full to the brim with water. I had to stay perfectly still so not a single drop would escape the cup. But in reality though, it wasn’t an imaginary glass of water I was balancing. It was my life. It may not seem like I have much to be worried about but I really do. I have to handle my feelings for Nick, settle my hatred for Tom, offer comfort for Daisy, and disguise my lack of appreciation for golf. Does Nick see that I’m balancing all these things? I glance at him again, but I quickly jerk back, realizing the glass almost spilled. In that same moment, I thought about what would happen if I let the glass tip to the side a little and all the water flowed out. Would that mean all my problems, all the people in my life I have to deal with, would spill on the floor, just like the water? I’m not quite sure, I but I don’t think I’m ready to find out just yet.

Why I...Cheat At Golf

I know some people have been circulating the rumors of if I’ve cheated at golf or not. The answer is I have. And not just once. I do it all the time. I am an incurable liar. I’m sorry. But I have a completely good reason. The reason is...I don’t like golf. That may come as a shock, but it’s true. I don’t like it. Sure, when I was younger, I loved to play, but as times changed and I grew older, playing gold became a pain instead of a pleasure. What goes through most people’s minds at this point is, “why don’t you quit though?” That’s completely normal question to ask. The answer, though, is that I can’t quit. I mean I would if I could,  but I actually can’t. People would bombard me with questions and I would never be able to live a peaceful life. You may understand this, but now you could be asking, “well, why don’t you at least play it the right way and not cheat?” Another completely normal question. But the answer is that it’s no fun that way. I want some form of excitement in my life, and cheating at golf makes it a lot more fun and not just a bore. The only problem I face with cheating, is Nick finding out. I know he already thinks I have some sort of secret edge and he is undeniably attracted to, but knowing that I’m not even decent enough to follow the rules of my profession just might be enough to push him away. It might not be long though until he finds out. I already here that some newspapers are looking into my scandal.

What I Was Feeling...When I First Met Nick Carraway

Daisy told me that her second cousin was coming to join us for dinner that evening. Apparently his name was Nick Carraway. The name had a nice lull to it. I wondered what he looked like. I imagined him looking a lot like Daisy, even though that was probably the farthest from what he looked like. The heat blazed in Daisy’s house and Daisy and I laid on the couches awaiting the cool relief from the heat. I began to think to myself and balance my troubles on my chin (as I always did). Not soon after, Nick Carraway arrived. Nick walked in beside Tom. He was dressed in a nice white suit and was very pleasing to look at. But I didn’t let him think that. I threw glances in his direction here and there, and I’m pretty sure he began to pick up on them, but I didn’t let him keep the moment. We had light conversations with our first encounter. On the outside, I gave off a facade of disinterest. It was partially because I was. I wanted to focus more on the possible argument that was about to ensue between Daisy and Tom. I decided I would fill Nick in on the status of those two. He was shocked and I felt powerful over him. I knew some information that he didn’t. I didn’t think that that’s how a bit of our relationship would continue. But feeling this was good. It made a smirk arise on my face. At the same time though, it made me feel sad. Sad because this was Nick’s family, and he didn’t know what was happening. I wanted to go and give him a hug, but I decided against it. Who knew that meeting Nick Carraway would change my emotions towards certain people.

What I Was Feeling...When I Was Driving with Nick

Nick is a great fellow. He has a very inviting demeanor. It enlightened me dearly when he offered to go driving with me. I’m a rotten driver though. And Nick was quick to admit it too. He warned me of meeting another rotten driver like myself because it would be an awful altercation. Nick was honest too. He actually made me feel like myself. The people I golf with me, just lie and say I’m a prodigy. But I guess it’s okay because I lie to them too. I was infatuated with Nick, but not in love. He made me feel happy but not the great sick to my stomach feeling that people get when they’re in love. I think the reason I couldn’t bring myself to love Nick, is because I can tell he knows I’m a liar. And don’t want Nick to fall in love with a person that is dishonest. If we continued down that path, we would end up like Daisy and Tom. After Nick said I was a rotten driver, I fell in shoulder and told him he made me happy. I felt at peace. I felt like I finally wasn’t balancing a glass of water on my chin. I sense though, that something in the future, would separate us somehow. I didn’t like to think about it, but I couldn’t ignore it. It was a looming sense. Something bad was going to happen. I don’t know if Nick could sense I was worried, but his grip tightened around me. I felt even safer. And then he brought me close to his face. In that moment, the future didn’t frighten me, and I just enjoyed the moment I was spending with Nick.

What I Was Thinking When...Jay Asked For A Favor

I was sitting next to Nick at our dinner table when we were at Jay Gatsby’s party. The party was lavish, and I expected no less from Jay, and I was definitely enjoying myself, not because of the fun on the party, but because I was in the company of Nick. He could tell that he made me feel happy, even though I seldom showed it. But I don’t think I made him completely happy. Maybe he could see right through my facade. Could he tell that I was a liar at heart? This was eating at me and I put my hand on his, about to say something, but I was interrupted. One of Jay’s butlers came up to Nick and I. He said that Jay had requested to see me. I was taken aback. I wondered at all what he would want to talk to me about. I stood up, excused myself from the table, and followed the butler. The butler took me to the library Nick and I had been in earlier, where the strange owl man had confronted us. When I walked inside, it was still dark and dimly lit. Jay stood by the enormous window, staring out to something in the distance. I walked closer to him and he turned to me. He extended his arm, asking me to come to the window next to him. I did. It was silent for a while. So I decided to speak. I asked him if he knew Daisy Buchanan. He seemed to go stiff. I saw that he was looking out across the water onto to her dock. He had a sort of longing look in his eye. I had a little flashback to when Daisy and I were younger. She was pressed up against a soldier. She told me later that his name was Jay Gatsby. When I later figured out that that same man was the one Daisy fell in love with years ago, I just figured Jay had forgotten about her and it was only purely coincidental that they live near each other. Then Jay spoke. And he asked me to help him reconnect with Daisy once again.