My mom sent me a text yesterday wondering if I (or more accurately, my kids) had any name suggestions for the fish her co-workers got her for her birthday. I replied with such classics as Hairy & Smelly, which for some reason she wasn't to keen on... wonder why? I threw out a couple other "more serious" names to which she replied she'd "let me know as she had hit up my siblings for ideas too". What?! She wasn't asking just me? Well, this put a new twist into my fish naming search, I absolutely HAD to have the best name, she HAD to pick my name, I wouldn't want her to go with one of my brothers' picks or even worse, my sister's! So I stopped everything I was doing and dug out the baby name book and began scouring it for the best possible fish name, I even went as far as googling "best fish names". (Did you know there is a whole sight dedicated to just that? It's actually called "World's Best Fish Names"... crazy!) Seriously, what is wrong with me? Does it really matter what she names her fish or where she gets the name? Apparently to me it does.
So, I started thinking about all the other silly competitions that I make up for myself. Here's another good one. I had 3 friends all having babies around the same time I had Jonny and in my mind I would compete with them for everything. For example, if I couldn't have the smallest baby belly, then I wanted the biggest. Of course when it came time for delivery, I made up a huge "race" to see who could have their baby first. Here's a quote from a post back in February:
It's really silly, but there are 3 other girls I know that are all due within a week of me. (1 before and 2 after.) I guess it's my super, above the top, outrageously competitive attitude but I don't want them to have their babies before me. It's like I've turned it into some twisted race in my mind where I have to beat them. To what? Delivery? Pretty silly I know, but that's me. So, Marci, Trista and Heather, best of luck to you each, may the fastest? mom win. (See, at least I can be a good sport.)Even after two of the girls had their babies, I continued to find competition and made up a "Race for Bronze". (That, unfortunately, was a race I lost... I was last by several days... silly stubborn kid of mine!)
Anyway, I'm even so bad that not too long ago Calvin was boxing on the Wii and talking about how he was the best and no one could possibly beat him, "not even Daddy, especially not Mommy". Is it bad, that I again dropped everything I was doing, to immediately put him (my 4 year old) in his place by knocking him (his Wii character of course) out several seconds into the first round?! I know, kind of harsh... but I guess that's how I roll.
Today, as I was going for a nice "easy" 4 miler there was a lady running down the sidewalk, across the street, going at a slightly faster pace then I was. Without even thinking, I immediately picked up my pace in order to get to the traffic signal before her. Seriously?!... competing against a complete stranger in the wee hours of the morning on an "easy" training run? I think I have a problem.
I"m sure that when it comes to racing (in actual races), my extreme competitiveness can be helpful but in my day-to-day life, I think I might take it a bit too far. Do you ever find yourself competing in things where there is really no competition? Let me know, I'm anxious to see if I'm more competitive! :P
P.S. If you want to throw out any good fish names that might help me beat my siblings, I'd be greatly obliged. :)