Are we too competitive?
Are you a little competitive? Would you consider yourself a RAGING MANIAC when it comes to a good competition? Welcome to Competitors Anonymous.
You are competitive if you compete as you drive on freeway--you know, you pick a car in front of you and pretend it is Indy 500. You are competitive if you believe that rule in driving is simply to catch up to car in front of you!
You know you are a raging maniac when you find yourself trying to take down your eight-year old in a game of GUESSTURES. We have family game night at my house once a week and my husband has actually banned me from playing for a month because of what he called, EXCESSIVE CELEBRATION.
Okay so maybe I shouldn't have pushed her so hard when my team got word, "HUDDLE!" I get a little out of control when I play games. But it's all in fun, right?
They say men are typically more competitive than women, but I think we just compete differently.
Last weekend I entered a Tae Kwon Do sparring competition--well, a friend of mine had signed up and when she became ill, she asked if I would take her spot so she wouldn't lose registration money. What's a friend to do? I couldn't see her lose forty dollars!
I thought, “How hard could this be?” I had been taking lessons for a couple years and enjoyed exercise in sparring matches. It would be fun!
WELL...no one told me that they are out for blood in these competitions!
As I sat stretching before my match I watched this young “man boy,” maybe eighteen or twenty, throwing punches and kicking to warm up and he looked MAD! He looked over to his opponent and said under his breath, "Prepare to die!"
DIE? What was he talking like this for...it's just a friendly game right? Wasn't this all about exercise and FUN? I wanted to go out there and spank him or at least put him in time out for poor sportsmanship, but thought they might throw me out.
I leaned over to a woman sitting next to me and whispered, "Who is he? Inigo Montoya from Princess Bride? Here to avenge his father's death? My name is Inigo Montoya, you killed my father. Prepare to die!" She started laughing and said she loved that movie. We were like old Siskel and Ebert duo. Chatting about movies.
I was in middle of telling her that I had watched The Princess Bride at least 50 times, when all of a sudden, my coach pulled me back and said, "She is not your friend! She is enemy! That is who you will be fighting in a few minutes!"