I have this horrible habit with men (and less so with women) of ranking people. Is so and so better than me or worse than me. More of a mess? Less aware? Are they more handsome? More confident? More accomplished? More fake? More depraved?
I'm right there with you GS.....a recovering "comparison maker". All of the above, and more (I won't even go into the showers at the gym anymore), but I'm getting better at it. I don't have to be the best, richest, smartest, sexiest, whateverest. I am just another "Bozo on the bus" as they say in AA. And thats enough for me.
I went back to the doctor
To get another shrink.
I sit and tell him about my weekend,
But he never betrays what he thinks.
Can you see the real me, doctor?. The Who