HOSTILE, ME?

My family can tell you that I am simply not competitive.

I cheer for whatever team currently has the ball.

I'm legitimately happy regardless of which team wins.

My blood doesn't boil when someone passes me while driving.

I don't have to be at the very front of the line.

I'm pretty passive.


At least I thought so.

Today I was one the treadmill between two gentlemen I know (both from church), and somehow outlasting them suddenly became extremely important to my happiness.



True, they were running, and I was only walking, but somehow I needed to stay ON the treadmill longer than they did.

Thank goodness they stopped before me.

I guess I do have some aggressive inclinations after all.