Today is a day full of sorrow and melancholy. In 16 hours my vacation will be over and I will be thrust back into the reality of normal 9 to 6 life. Don’t get me wrong, my normal life is not bad at all. I am fortunate enough to LOVE my job. Goodbye sleeping in past seven. Goodbye trash TV. Goodbye lounging in pj’s all day. You have been good to me.
Last night we had some friends over. And we began to play phase ten. It blows my mind how intense card games can actually be. Things became heated and Matthew and I ended up disagreeing on a move. The details are irrelevant but as a result I decided to bow out of the game.
Now- I love to win. Nothing makes me happier than to kick everyone’s ass at a anything. However, I am a firm believer in being fair. And if things are not fair then I would just much rather step out before I begin to act like I had just recently been exposed to gamma rays. Unfortunately, my bowing out was considered throwing a fit. Fine, I’ll take it. Maybe I was being a little pansy but eh. Whatevs.
What I found fascinating is the need to be right. What is it in us that makes us want to be right so bad that nothing else matters? We will stop at no length- even hurt someone’s feeling publicly just so that we can be right…
In the end, it turns out I was right. Of course. Of course.
Love Junkie. 