I hate it. The one person in a room that has to have been where you've been (but stayed in a better hotel), lived where you lived (but lived in a better house), been out with your boyfriend (but the sex was better), married your husband (but the engagement ring was bigger - not difficult really because I don't have an engagement ring), had a better job than you (and of course it paid more money).
I don't care. I don't care that you're better than me, I really don't. I just hate the insecurity that drives you to point it out at every opportunity.
I'm not better than you. I'm really not. In fact let's compare lives and let's just find all of the ways in which me and my life are inferior. And then, once we've got the competitive crap out of the way, can we just have a normal conversation?
1 comment:
Gee thanks Barb
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