Thursday, August 30, 2007

I'm Going To Bermuda With the King of Siam to Buy a Bengal Tiger that is Being Held Hostage in a Zoo and We Will Fly HIm Back on A Private Jet...

Remember being a kid and having to "one-up" someone? You know what I mean. Like telling your parents that "Yabba Dabba Do" or something equally as silly meant "Hello, how are you" in Spanish, because your Swedish friend had a Portuguese uncle married to a woman from Peru and she said so, so that trumped anything your parents knew?

No, I never did that, but I do distinctly remember telling my younger cousin once that my step mother was Jewish (my cousin's father is Jewish), even though my stepmother was raised in a Mennonite family. I have no clue why I felt that I needed to compete with the fact that my cousin had a Jewish father, but apparently I did. And lied all at the same time.

Why is it that we feel the need to compete with people all the time? Personally, I have gotten to the point where I know what I know, and am quite comfortable telling you if I have no clue on a subject (since there are many). Maybe I have gotten too old to care about "the game" anymore.

I was with a group of ladies recently where this happened and it amazed me. Is it that their lives don't have enough to fill it that they have to stuff in bravado? It seems so shallow to me. It reminded me of a hilarious sketch I saw one late night on SNL. Probably the only SNL skit that is appropriate to put on this blog. Enjoy, it cracked me up. But then again, isn't it sad? I bet you have run into a "Penelope". I know I have.

1 comment:

Susie said...

Oooooh, I thought you were really going to Bermuda...I was going to ask to come along. LOL!!

Oh, and, by the way, my dad can beat up your dad 'cuz he's the toughest...oops! J/K!! Hope I wasn't a part of that group of ladies...

Smiles and hugs to you!