Always. No matter where you go, there'll always be someone better. I used to think I was good at poetry, until he came along. Used to think I was good at drawing, until I met her. Used to think I was kind, modest, the kind of guy you look up to. 'till I met them.
Always someone more popular, nicer, faster, taller, stronger, closer to the people you want to be closer to...
Heh. Used to think I was a respected bloglandian, holding the title of being one of the oldest, or something. To hell with that. It's an empty title.
Used to think that I didn't complain a lot, at least I was optimistic. Until I met better people.
Stick to your strengths, Joe. You're good at writing. Yeah, but so is he. Except he's better at it. And that person over there is better at maths. That girl over there aces English when you know you should be. That friend isn't lazy. They're always motivated.
Even as I say this, there's always someone who has it worse than me. Even as I get, for want of a better word, bullied in school, there's always someone who knows much more pain than I could ever take. Some are right here, some will comment on this post. And instead of being like I am, and complaining to everyone about how shitty their life is, those people stay strong. They are stronger than me. They keep quiet, and put up with it, and are the better person, in the end.
I'm not wired that way. I put up with a small amount and can't take it. I burden others with it.
I don't share everything. Now, in the heat of this moment, I feel like telling it all. Saying "You know what? You're an arse. Here's ten reasons why..." to half a dozen people. But that would get me no-where. None would be on my side. That's the problem with hating popular people. Online and offline.
Edit: I'm sorry, I had a rather shitty first day back at school today. Plus, the hell is up with this Blogland Elders idea? You know what's going to happen. No offence to the newer Bloggers who run Derek's, but they'll be the only ones to be chosen. Older Bloglandians will just be forgotten. And there's that selfish streak returning again, sorry. I'll go and think of other times I've made posts like this, and how I realised what huge mistakes they were afterwards.