Saturday, September 18, 2010

The Best Ever.

I'm pretty much a realist by nature.  Hubs is the dreamer - he comes up with big ideas and dreams and exciting adventures and my immediate reaction is always, "ok, so how is this going to happen?"  I've worked hard on reigning it in for him, because I have to imagine that as a dreamer it would be a real downer to always have a realist popping your bubbles.

But still, it's a part of me, and try as I might, those tendencies still rise to the surface occasionally (unless the situation has something to do with harm that might come to my children or hubs - then all reality flies out the window and I become "worst case scenario girl".  But that's a whole 'nother post).

And while the hubs' dreaming and planning doesn't bother me at all, there are a few other "non-realist" personality types that really get under my skin.  One in particular has been grating on me the last few weeks, so in true confession style, I'm gonna lay it all out there:

The Best Ever.

I have this acquaintance who suffers from what I term "The Best Ever" syndrome.  Know anyone like that?  Ultimately, it manifests itself in this nature:  They live in The Best Neighborhood Ever.  Their kids go to The Best School Ever.  Their city and state are The Best Place To Live Ever.  Their church is The Best Church Ever.  All the people they knows are The Best Friends Ever.  The toilet paper they use is The Best Toilet Paper Ever.

You get the picture.

Now, I'm all for a little optimism from time to time.  I think it's good to look for the positive things in life and focus on them.  It does no good to dwell on the negative.  But honestly, in this day and age, where social media allows for a new form of verbal/thought over-information, I just don't care if your garbage man is The Best Trash Thrower Ever.  And it begins to strike me as a little inauthentic when EVERYTHING in a person's life is The Best Ever.

Realistically, it's just not possible.  And all the realists with me know that.  We aren't fooled.

I suppose that just as being a realist is intrinsic to my personality, perhaps The Best Ever syndrome is intrinsic to others.  Perhaps it's intrinsic to you.  And that's ok ultimately, I'll still be your friend.  But I might roll my eyes a bit when you go on and on about how your dentist is The Best Driller Ever.  C'mon.  We both know that sucked.

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5 comments:

  1. Actually Cameron, I never got that from you! I think there's a difference between being enthusiastic in descriptions of things and really truly believing it is The Best Thing for Everyone. I tend to be enthusiastic and effusive when I describe things (I use lots of exclamation points!!!) too.

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  2. Oh I'm sure you already know this from reading my blog, but I'm totally guilty of this one. I tend to use lots of overly excited or overly enthusiastic descriptions for things. I'm not sure where it came from or why I do that, but I do. You're welcome to call me on it whenever I do it. I'm fully aware that whatever I'm talking about it not actually the best thing ever, but it's still what ends up coming out of my mouth when I get excited. I should really work on that.

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  3. I seriously know some people who could use a little "realism" in their lives. Seriously! Just sayin'!

    Loved this post!

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  4. Yes, hopefully everyone has The Best Husband Ever. :-)

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  5. I think the best ever is an annoying statement in general, in less you are talking about something inconsequential, like, you know, ice cream or something. Then it really can be the best ever, in your own opinion.

    I don't know though. I kinda think my husband is the best ever. But I'm supposed to think that, right?

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