Anything you can do, I can do better. I can do anything better than you.

We thrive on comparisons. Analyzing how we measure up against friends, ex-girlfriends or classmates can be self-deprecating, but it can also spur us onto new heights. We have to be better.

Stronger. (Physically, mentally or emotionally.)
More attractive.

I am overgeneralizing, but I would think most people would agree they have committed this folly more than once.

I know I used to do it fervently, especially because it seemed that the person I was going out with at the time was still hung up on the girl before me.

There were, however, some things she would “win” hands-down. I always thought she was a hell of a lot more attractive than me; I even admitted that I thought she was pretty damn hot. But I digress.

The thing that irked me the most was that other people would compare us. Apparently we had similar personalities, or we were both very smart.

I hated the idea that she could possibly be as intelligent or even more intelligent. My favorite teacher in high school, the one who called me brilliant, who told me my brain was a beautiful wonder, even compared us. He said to my then-boyfriend, “You are so lucky that you were able to date two such beautiful and smart girls.”


Auughh. My mood at that point dropped down to my heels.

But again, I digress.

My point is that comparing yourself to someone else gives you a very insular perspective on yourself.

I have since learned to appreciate myself and my little quirks, mostly through realizing how many awesome people I have in my life who love me for me. I figured, well, hell, there must be a reason why these people care so much for me.

A million thanks to those loved ones I speak of.

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