Olympics? Competitiveness? Huh?

TiredDogWell, gotta say that I have no opinion about this week’s topic. I’m not interested enough to regale you with the few competitions I have won. Weird, huh? I told my fellow debs I’m having an off week. Guess that means I win the most uninspired blog post award.

Does that count as having the competitive spirit?

I don’t get the competitive thing. I don’t get sports. I barely even get the hubbub over the Olympics. I’d love to be able to say that I’m competitive against myself–but that’s not so true either. I’m a sleepyhead by nature, and I’m hard-pressed not to float through life. I find the energy required for all this authorial stuff–blog tours, etcetera–trying at best.

5 Reasons I’m Not What You’d Call Competitive

1. The statement “I’ll sleep when I die” fills me with existential dread. Not about death–about living without naps.

2. I’m an Aquarius — I’m not sure what-all this means except when you hear “Age of Aquarius” you think of a bunch of pothead dreamers swanning about in nature and talking about free love, don’t you?

3. That other statement, “The early bird gets the worm,” just pisses me off.

4. A big bowl of pasta means more to me than winning.

5. I’m proud of myself when I vacuum the rug. (And reward myself with a nap.)

So, how deep does your competitive streak run?

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Lisa Alber is the author of KILMOON, A COUNTY CLARE MYSTERY (March 2014). Ever distractible, you may find her staring out windows, dog walking, fooling around online, or drinking red wine with her friends. Ireland, books, animals, photography, and blogging at Lisa Alber's Words at Play round out her distractions. Visit her at www.lisaalber.com.

15 thoughts on “Olympics? Competitiveness? Huh?

  1. “The early bird gets the worm.” Well, that says it all. I’ve seen worms (on a hook when fishing, and drenched in formaldehyde in bio class) and they didn’t appeal to me at all. If that’s what the early bird gets, I’m hitting the snooze button. 🙂

    And, when I do get up, maybe I’ll vacuum the rug.

    Maybe.

    ::yawn::

  2. Here’s a test of your competitiveness. Think about after you’re nominated for the awards that are coming, then say, “It’s an just an honor being nominated and I’ll be happy if any of these other fine books wins.” If you can say that and actually mean it then you’re totally non-competitive. (I’d throw up a bit in my mouth if I said it. :-))

    • Hah, Larry! Let’s see, trying it now … hmm … I have this fantasy that I’ll arrive at an awards banquet (and thank you for imagining me nominated!) without a prepared speech because I’ll be so sure I don’t care about winning that I won’t have taken the time to prepare anything. But, the whole thing’s a lie — the act of not preparing words automatically gives me a way to enter into my thank-you speech. 🙂

      OK, so maybe I have a little bit of competitiveness in me. However, I still win the messiest house award!

  3. Not sure you can win the messiest house award. I’ve been working on that particular gold medal for many years.

    That said – I definitely have a competitive streak, but not where other authors are concerned. I’m mostly competitive against myself, trying to do better than I did the last time I attempted whatever I’m currently working toward.

    • Hi Susan, I wish I were a little more competitive against myself! It’s not that I’m a slacker, but I am pretty easy going at times — I wonder what it would be like to be a little type A! 🙂

  4. I love that you’re so easy-going, Lisa. It just goes to show that we don’t all need to be perfect or Type A personalities to be successful. Too often we glorify the idea of high stress + busy-ness as meaning = successful + important, when they really have nothing to do with each other.

    I have to laugh every time someone tells me they think I have it so together. If they could only see how many naps I take, or how often I wake up feeling lazy, and like all I really want to do is watch Buffy reruns on Netflix…

    • Buffy reruns on Netflix — heck yeah! Right now, I have this dream of spending a whole weekend eating whatever snacks I want and watching a marathon of something (haven’t decided yet) … That sounds like heaven to me but it isn’t going to happen for awhile. 🙂

  5. Does trollish resentment count as competitiveness? ‘Cause I got that in bucket loads. However, actually exerting myself in order to win something is sort of beyond me.

    • “trollish” — that was the word I was trying to remember on the comment I just left on YOUR post. I said “peevish resentment” instead. Hah! Same thing, eh? If it counts as competitiveness, then I guess I’m competitive, after all. 🙂

      You’ve won some pretty darned good things, Christina!

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