So, not going to post your number, eh? I’m in the 98.5 percentile |
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I knew one who we called Hyperbolic Holly.
If you'd driven alone across the country in your 20s, Hyperbolic Holly had driven alone across the country at 17, in an old van whose transmission went out in Nebraska, so she drove over the Great Divide in reverse. It was fun to listen to her, but we could never be friends. |
Ha! I have known more than one of these. I would argue it is not fun to listen to them, because I'm never even sure if the stuff they are telling me is real. People who always have to "top" what other people say are often liars or at least exaggerators. It's like a weird version of crying wolf. If every time I talk to you, you have some absurd anecdote that just happens to be thematically similar to whatever I'm talking about but also somehow "more", then I'll assume everything you tell me is a lie and that you are actually the dullest person on Earth. |
Yes, in part because people with a lot of insecurities have trouble recognizing toxic competitiveness. |
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I have one. She’s a dear and everyone loves her but here it is: we went x/c skiing together- and she went so fast I only saw her at the start of the trail and the end. We’ve gone several times over the years- like once or twice every winter. She took me to a ski sale and got me to buy racing skis. Of course they are too long and narrow for the trail skiing I like to do- but she’s the only one I know who skis so....
I went to a rave with her. It was fun. I came in last. Dead last. Like, everyone else had gone inside and started to party- She rarely has time for any friends b/c she’s always working. She got a kayak - top of the line model. lovely. her boyfriend bought one so they could go do it together- she remarked on how slow his kayak is! |
| Why I don’t like people. |