Who wants to be competitive?

Being competitive is such a pain.

Because you know, you are never really worried about yourself. Always about what the others are doing. Because competition implies the existence of other people – rivals, opponents, call them what you will.

It is not about what you do – it’s about what the other bloke does!

And it often gets out of hand. Because you are not trying your best, you are merely trying to be better than the other person. And you slowly find yourself living not as you wish but according to someone else. You change schedules, alter work styles, dress differently maybe...not because you feel like it, but because you want to counter another person.

It can get so bad that you resent the success of an opponent who might actually have put in more work than you did. It can get so awful that you get upset if one of your friends happens to prefers someone else’s company to yours or seems happier with someone else. It is about comparing gifts, phone calls, friends...

It’s a lonely business, being competitive. Your only real company is the person you are competing against.

The Lord save me from it.