A character flaw I’ve always had about my life has been how easy it is to goad me into doing something.
My competitive streak can make me chase the matador’s cape unto my own demise. I can pursue goals – with zeal and vigor – that I don’t even want, that I’m contemptuous of just because I feel the need to prove something to someone else. Because I need to win. Because I need to have victory.
It’s an insane character trait. It kept me pursuing women I didn’t like (to prove I could win), it kept me in real estate for 10 years.
I want people t o think of me in a certain way, and when they don’t, I find myself fighting to correct that.