Like I said before, I really make an effort to
be candid, giving the truth, bad or good. To be fair, Gatsby does have some
flaws in his personality, like romanticizing his relationship with Daisy, but
for the most part I think he is a great person with substance. That is why I
had to tell Gatsby. Compliments are always nice to get, but when they’re
truthful, they’re all the more better.
I just had a devil of a time sleeping the last night.
My mind kept drifting to the eventful day before, when Daisy in Gatsby’s yellow
car, hit and killed Myrtle Wilson. Gatsby decided to stay outside Daisy’s house
to ensure that she would be safe in Tom’s presence. I tried to convince Gatsby
to come back to West Egg, but headstrong he declined the offer. The next
morning, I headed next door to Gatsby’s. I was running late for work and I had regretfully
passed up the offer to go for a swim on the last day it would be open. But
before I left, I gave Gatsby the only positive thing I had ever told him, a compliment.
Gatsby had become a close friend over the brief time
we spent together, we became fond of each other’s company. I became aware of
how great of a person he was, inside and out. I don’t believe he should involve
himself in the drama that is Daisy Buchanan. My exact words were, “They're a
rotten crowd...your worth the whole damn bunch put together.” And I meant every
word of it. I just wish that Gatsby could see it that way. He has wasted his
life loving someone that is not good enough for him. But of course, it is too
late now, and Daisy hasn’t even learned a single lesson from the whole
situation.
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