Why I Helped Get Gatsby and Daisy Together

When Gatsby pulled me inside to talk at one of his extraordinary parties, I was so unsure of what he could possibly have to say to me. He started out by explaining away all of the conspiracies associated with him. After telling me all of that he began to explain his history with Daisy. The way he talked about her made my heart absolutely melt! He explained that they were deeply in love before the war and now he wants to rekindle that. His plan was for me to convince Nick to invite Daisy over his house for tea, at which time Jay would arrive, being as they are neighbors.

After I talked with Gatsby at the party, my mind was filled with such intriguing news! I was so excited to share this with Nick, and I was sure he’d be just as amiable to help Gatsby with this lovely endeavor. We both knew that Daisy's marriage was on the rocks, and I knew that Daisy would glow with joy to know that Gatsby still loved her. We all knew how terribly Tom treated Daisy; he was always aggressive and unfaithful. I feared that this unhinged nature of Tom’s could come around to hurt Daisy if he found out about this arrangement. I told Nick my concerns, but Nick didn’t seem worried. 

The way Gatsby spoke so fondly of Daisy really sealed the deal for me. I wish I could go back in time and convince Daisy to wait for Gatsby while he was away at war. I’m just happy that the two of them have a chance at love again. 

What I Was Thinking When I Had Dinner at Tom and Daisy’s

          For as long as I have known Daisy, I have never taken a liking to her husband, Tom. His arrogance should have humiliated him, but he was proud to be proud. He was spoiled because he had everything. He was a talented athlete, he had a trophy wife, and a dedicated mistress, not to mention all the money in the world. Daisy let him take advantage of her. She knew about the mistress, we all did, but she never did anything to stop it. She would rather be happy out of ignorance than face the truth, and who could blame her? The matter is terribly hush-hush, so if you don’t pay attention, you’ll never catch the truth. This is why I shushed Nick when the phone rang at dinner. All conversation stopped. A butler entered the dining area, fetching Tom to answer the penetrating ring. He rose confidently and strolled over to the phone. Daisy looked frantic and stressed, sat for a few seconds in silence before jumping out of her seat, chasing Tom into the hall.

            Tom was also a raging racist. It wasn’t entirely unusual for wealthy men to have these views, but his principles were entirely unbelievable at this day and age. It’s embarrassing to be associated with such an outspoken racist. His opinionated ideologies only serve to make people feel uncomfortable. He even had the audacity to speak of these harmful views at dinner! He has no respect for anything. Not his marriage, and especially not people of color. 

What I Was Feeling When Gatsby Lost His Temper

Gatsby, Daisy, Tom, Nick, and I spent an afternoon in town. Tom was in one of his awful moods and he was determined to uncover some truth about Gatsby. Poor, poor Jay just wanted to be happy with his long-lost love, but Tom refused to see Daisy leave him. What I never understood is how their marriage had last as long as it did. Neither of them were happy and even Tom had a mistress. Everyone knew that Tom had been unfaithful, even Daisy. If you ask me, Daisy deserved the happiness she got when she was with Jay. Everyone deserves to be loved faithfully and devotedly.

            Tom got to demanding the truth about Gatsby’s past, especially his time at Oxford.  Gatsby calmly responded to the accusations, explaining that he was only at Oxford for a few months. It was some sort of deal that he agreed to when he was in the war. Tom continued pushing, yelling now that Gatsby wasn’t one of them, and that he didn’t belong. Something inside of Gatsby snapped and he started screaming to shut up, he even knocked over a table in his fit of rage. He then moved to Tom and grabbed his collar, yelling in his face. It was one of the scariest things I have ever seen. It was as if he was possessed. And just as quickly as the anger overcame him, it was gone. He was back to speaking in his gentle voice apologizing for losing his temper. Pleading with Daisy for forgiveness. I feel sorry for poor, poor Jay, who has been possessed by love.

What I Was Thinking When I Spoke to Gatsby Alone

     Once you hear enough rumors about a person, you forget that there is actual truth to be found. There were dozens of rumors about Gatsby floating around New York, and I have heard them all. There was only one thing that everyone knew for sure: Gatsby’s parties were absolutely grand. It was there, at one of his renowned parties that I was suddenly being escorted to a private meeting with Jay Gatsby himself. The first thing I noticed about him was how nervous he appeared to be. He clearly had something of importance to ask of me, and wanted to earn my trust by providing the truth. He spoke quickly and excitedly about his past in the war and his time spent at Oxford, and then began revealing the details about his relationship with Daisy a few years back. He confided in me that his love for Daisy had never wavered, and he planned to get her back, but he needed my help.  The extravagance of his plan to win over Daisy astounded me. Every step toward his love-sick goal had been thought out months, possibly years in advance. His plan excited me. I wanted nothing other than for Gatsby and Daisy to finally have their happy ending. Gatsby instilled a hopefulness into me which I had never known. From that point on, I felt an unwavering loyalty to Gatsby. Although we never considered ourselves to be close friends, I stood up for Jay when people assumed the worst of him. After our conversation, I learned what it means to be loyal to a friend, and dedicated to a loved one. 

What I Was Feeling When Myrtle Was Killed

The night Myrtle died, was the night that my life was forever changed. The five of us, Daisy, Tom, Nick, Jay, and I, had just been on our way back from a terribly dramatic trip to town. The dispute between Daisy and Tom, which had been building up for months, exploded right in front of us on the hottest day of the year. We all knew that Daisy and Tom’s marriage was all but over. Tom had a mistress and now Daisy was falling back into love with Gatsby. It ended with Nick and I stuck listening to Tom ramble endlessly about his hatred for empowered women and Jay Gatsby.

            Daisy and Jay drove off together ahead of us, and I never saw either of them again that night. As we came closer to the station we had stopped at earlier for gas, traffic slowed, nearing a commotion. There were dozens of cars parked haphazardly along the road, as a crowd of people surrounded something. Once we were close enough to see, Tom cut the engine suddenly and ran from the car to the scene of the accident. I was surprised at Tom’s reaction, so I asked Nick how long Tom and Myrtle had been friends. This is when I learned the truth about Tom’s affair.

            My relationship with Nick and my friendship with Daisy was over. We all knew that our lives together could never be the same when we all knew the truth. I realized that the only thing binding our relationships, were lies. None of us could be truly happy without ignorance.

Why I Cheated

Golf is a slow and boring game. Looking back, I resent my parents for signing me up when I was just a kid. I didn’t want to play then, and I don’t want to play now. Yeah, I know I’m talented, but how could anyone expect a girl like me to get tied down to something so terrifically boring! I’m not like those other players. I don’t live for the game, I didn’t even chose this path for myself, it was placed in my lap. With my inarguable talents, and my parents’ strong connections, I was playing pro before I even realized. That was the end of line for me and I was devastated. I was locked into a career with no way out.

            My first few games as a pro player went well enough. I played honestly, and I won. I was good, and I began to make a name for myself, and the money was pouring in. I had been born into wealth, so this wasn’t new to me, but the independence of it all was alluring. I no longer had to worry about my parents cutting me off; I could live lavishly without their financial support. So I moved away from my parents, and off to New York. I had never seen so many parties in my life. I was hooked on parties and stopped golfing nearly all together. Soon enough, my money was gone, and I was not prepared to return home to my parents. I couldn’t afford to lose my next tournament, so I cheated.