Lucky Loser : part 2.0

I've not run out of topics to write about by any means. I mean, there are the obvious: homosexuality, James Franco, Shiney Ahuja, Johnny Depp, recurrent flooding/drought, Shah Rukh Khan..... And yet. Be prepared to be subjected to another bout of lucky loser emotions.

So whats with me today? Nothing really. I'm just sick and tired of being persuaded to audition for that one singing/ creative writing competition, that I know I'll never win. Because even though I'm good, I'm not them.

Winners are so used to outracing us on our turf, they don't even think about it anymore. They come. They see. They conquer. So where do we figure? I'm still figuring that one out.

Why do we always get past the elims but not into the finals?
Why do we always have the stamina but not the speed?
Why are we continually oscillating between optimism and pessimism - tired of being broken by the former and bogged down by the later?
Why are there so many of us?

And while we're dealing with all the above, why do random people we barely know come up and tell us juicy stuff about their love-lives and seal it all with a "Don't tell anyone, alright?" - thereby destroying the chances of ever feeling good about anything?

Also, why do the people who don't get to hear stuff like the above always envy us for the same?

So, I think today's quota of ranting is done, but I still have to say this to the winners:
I may not be the smartest or the sharpest. I maynot come up with whacky ideas and perfect, attention-grabbing advertisements for the college fest. I'll probably always be the dull, worried girl-next-door and hate myself for it.
But I still have this blog to bitch about you. :-D

Love and minimised loserhood to all!
XO.

PS. I think 'Serial DayDreamer' is a better name for me; what do you think?