Yes. Lurking not far beneath my mild-mannered exterior (?) beats the shrivelled, green and wonky heart of the truly competitive. I'm not playing for the love of the game - that's an excuse for LOSERS. If I'm playing, I want to WIN.
At school, I was never ever going to be the cleverest, so I didn't play. I left that game to the girls who have now got double Firsts from ancient institutions and are consultants in a variety of fields. But I was strong, quick and mean so I took part in a variety of sports, which allowed me to do a lot of winning. It was great.
But it's harder as you get older. Life becomes the game, so when am I playing and when am I not?
These days, it turns out, I play by getting jobs. And, quite often, I win. Perhaps it's the gladiatorial approach I take to it that makes the difference between success and failure. Perhaps its my arsenal of tricks and deceptions, honed over many years. Maybe it's my despicable fluency and calculated charm.
Who knows? Who cares?
I won the game.
I've got a great new job.
Go, team.
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doh. double and triple doh! with an extra doh chaser.
ReplyDeleteschool and posh girls have a lot to answer for. maybe tina fey in mean girls was more profound than she intended.
you are a winner, my dear. and two fingers, a spit and dish dash to those who you think are better than you. i know noone with a better track record for setting their mind to something and doing it than you (as long as technological and special equipment can be bought as part of said new activity - one needs the best tools n'est ce pas?).
and, for the record, i care not a jot for winning.
people can be different, and still be best of buddies!