I am competitive. There, I've said it. It's not a secret. I like to win. I am a bad winner. I am a worse loser. But I like being competitive.
It drives me to be faster, fitter, stronger. I'm yet to find what it is that I'm the best at. There's gotta be something. I keep looking, hoping I'll discover what it is.
I feel sorry for my sister. We spent our whole lives competing. Thankfully she was stronger in the sporting arena, while I was academically inclined. At least when we competed we both got to win. I've described us as big cats sharing a cage. Now we have separate cages I don't feel the need to compete quite so much. Ironically we still excel at different things.
My favorite line is "I dare you..." I often take dares. Acceptance is often to my detriment. I just love to show people that I will cross that line, I will do that stupid thing. It's a weakness I know, but let's face it, we all have to have our weaknesses!
But being competitive has its drawbacks. Being a Lions fan in the early years of this century was an absolute high. Being a Lions fan this year can make you feel incredibly low. My sport can consume me. There are times when I'm a horrible loser and I say things that just aren't right, or fair, or even true. My competitiveness sometimes gets me into a little more trouble than I can handle. Don't come to the footy with me when my team is losing unless you're willing to pitch in with a little after match sledging. I'm yet to get into a fist fight, but I know that the day is coming!
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