Hey Everyone, Adam here.
I figured Sierra and I could talk about competitiveness this week. I am so competitive I’m beginning to wonder if it’s unhealthy, it’s so ludicrous. I just finished a game of Monopoly with some friends and I came in dead last. This in itself is so upsetting, humiliating and ego deflating. I have a huge ego and I don’t like it to be wounded. During the game I love it when fellow players forget to ask for rent or don’t collect their $200 for passing go. You can bet I’m giving my 2 cents on any property trades or deals made amongst the other players. My blood boils with intensity during a board game, it’s so ridiculous. Over Christmas, Sierra and I played many games with her family and our friends; it was intense as Sierra, her family and her friends all seem to have the same competitive streak. So much screaming, cheering for oneself or rooting against one another, I loved it!! My favorite person to compete with is Sierra ad everything we do and I mean everything, is a competition. Just using a bigger, better word in conversations becomes a competition. Who’s vocab is higher…obviously mine; who’s IQ is higher and on and on. When we travel we find games on our phones or we play trivia. Sierra won’t even play words with friends with me anymore. I wish I wrote the funnier half of our blog, but I’ll cordially concede that title to her…
Hi all, Sierra here.
As much as our competitiveness with one another may be a tad…hmmm…sick? It’s sad when only one person in a relationship has a competitive streak…what fun is that??? Our fierce need for competition has led to my racing Adam up flights of random stairs in NYC, seeing who could do a handstand for longer in the pool and of course more fun than one should have playing board games. We did however have to stop playing words with friends…we think it should be played differently. I for example, know what all of the words mean that I use. Adam tries letters until they make a word worth a lot of points and refuses to admit he’s cheating. We both obviously think our way is better. However, I believe that it was this insane competitiveness that made us realize how much we liked each other. In the early days of being an “us”, Adam played what he thought was his trump card, one that I could tell he has played before and I think it always worked…well, until now anyway. He was bragging about how smart he is and what his IQ is and had this smug look on his face when he in turn asked me mine. (side note that as I was considered gifted as a child, and within my own family I tend to bogart the smarts so I was so extremely confident that I was the one who was in fact holding the trump card) BAM! I had him beat by at least 20 points. We looked at each other with a look of cockiness on our faces and both confident that we would be the victorious one. I don’t think either of us really cared about the outcome, other than for bragging rights…we just love that split second right before you find out who’s the winner. I think that it was at that moment…with that glimmer of confidence and anticipation in our eyes, in that moment we both fell in love.