Second place... some consider it great. It's a silver medal. To many racers (and I'm sure others), second place is just the first loser. I had a best friend in high school who always got what I wanted. She got the guys first. I only got them after she told them no. She got my musical part. I only got it after she quit. She was always better than me. I loved her to death, but I hated always coming in second. It drove me nuts. I kept quiet about it until recently. I finally let loose about it to one of my very good friends who now can't stand her anymore than I can.
Then I went to college, I got into a great relationship. Well, most of it was great. The downside was his best friend. She always came before me. She was always more important. Her freaky obsession was perfectly ok. It drove a wedge between us, and eventually it broke us up. I couldn't even be first in my own relationship. Again, I hated it and went nutty about it.
Never again will I let myself be second. Sometimes, I have to be more important. I need to win. I don't need to be focused on who's better than me. That's a bunch of crap. It's not happening anymore. Can you say radical self love?
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