Am I Competitive?

Sundays, for most, is a day of rest after a long week. As for me, it is a day to wake up early and go to church.

My routine would be to wake up at seven in the morning, look at my phone a bit hoping not to see something interesting, do my personal hygiene¬†routines, ten minutes of deciding what to wear, check the clock if it’s already eight in the morning and then make sure my stomach doesn’t make a sound before arriving at the church. (the bus I ride parts at eight in the morning and the next partition is fifteen minutes after.)

Every time, I would come up first. I’d open the gate, the lights, the monitor and most of everything. After doing so, I’ll practice a bit and then listen to music. Then shortly after, the brother of my boyfriend, together with his family would arrive.

The past few weeks, I decided to go out a quarter after my scheduled time because it’s too early to go out and there’s no need to rush. Instead of going out at quarter past eight, I ended up descending at half past eight. I got to church and everyone was there.

And then I came to my senses, I’m being lazy to wake up and do what I was supposed to. I’ve been very confident about my time that I do not see I’ve been wasting it.

Yesterday, I woke up earlier. I even ate breakfast. The bus I took did not move after I sat on my comfortable seat at the front. Another bus came after ten minutes and I took it. But still, I was on time. Thirty minutes after I was my rivals in the first place. My boyfriend’s brother told me, “You’re so competitive. You don’t want to come second.”

That was unexpected but I smiled and nodded madly. I realized I was being competitive. He then told his wife they should go out at eight thirty in the morning. I told him I’d still arrive first. Then he said they’d part at eight in the morning.

The argument went on that way but that was not the point. I was being competitive and I couldn’t deny it.

Is it bad?



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