I must confess…my competitive streak
I had a revelation in a country high school hall the other evening. After a few hours of fun, answering a range of trivia questions and participating in silly games, our team tied for first at the end of the annual trivia night.
It had been a fun night of laughs. A small team of english teachers (and a tag-along, me) had enjoyed the opportunity to answer all manner of questions about pop culture, geography, music, politics and even sport. As always I enjoyed the chance to test my knowledge – I’ve always loved putting my good memory to actual use.
I was having a great time until the tie-break question was announced. A maths question that did not favour us english types at all. So after leading all night we ended up being beaten.
By a question about balls. I kid you not.
(It was how many golf balls can you fit into a basketball (by volume) – the answer is roughly 175. We guessed 45 – you can tell maths is not our strong suit).
I was seriously pissed off by this result. We had led all night. I was confident that we had the best general knowledge of everyone. But that didn’t matter in the end. Not when the result hinged on our intimate knowledge of balls.
I was faced with an unwanted truth.
After years of deluding myself that I was not at all competitive, I was forced to admit to myself that I do indeed have a fierce competitive streak deep inside.
It really shouldn’t have been a surprise to me. I played competitive tennis for over 20 years and developed mental strength from willing myself through the tough games. You need to have a competitive spirit to do that.
I also remember only ever wanting Trivial Pursuit for many years. I always had a good grasp of general knowledge, even as a child, and I remember wanting that board game with all my being when I was young. And I would LOVE playing it every chance that I would get. And loved winning even more…
Oh the days when board games were still a thing…
I guess my natural competitiveness has been buried for a long time, coincidentally (or not?) since I became a mother. Around that time I stopped regularly playing competitive tennis and, to be honest, I consciously stopped trying to be competitive for my own mental health.
Being competitive is no advantage when you are a mother. Particularly if you are a mother of kids with special needs.
Anyway, for years I’ve buried my natural competitiveness deep inside, except for the occasional incident where I may or may not have expressed frustration on the road or at losing a good parking spot at the shops.
But it seems now that I have let the genie out of the bottle, there is no end to my competitiveness.
The most recent example? My last physio visit where I was compelled to tell a virtual stranger that I had the best looking Bakers Cyst they had ever seen after she was lauded for having the most mis-aligned knee they had ever seen.
Who in their right mind tries to compete when it comes to the more impressive injury?
So, it’s time for me to put the lid back on the bottle and contain that competitive streak once again.
Else I could very well start plumbing the depths of competition – and while that could definitely make for a good confession, it wouldn’t be at all pretty!
Are you competitive? Have you been competitive in the past? How do you manage it?
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