better than me

i think i'm pretty hot stuff. i mean, i don't, you know, because i'm humble, but when you come right down to it, ya gotta admit: i'm the bees knees.

yeah, yeah, i don't really believe it, because i've got self esteem issues. and i'm humble. and i have trouble believing myself to be anything but average, or (all right...) maybe just a little above average. but, on the whole, when you look objectively at me and my life, you just gotta admit: i'm feckin awesome, and there's no two ways about it.

so you can understand my difficulty, dear reader, when i tell you that what i've always wanted in a mate was someone who is actually better than me. see the trouble? i'm so gorram gifted, how am i supposed to find someone even more gifted? that would be, you know, off-the-scale-gifted. you couldn't even measure it.

well, i can measure it. and i have measured it. and i got what i wanted: someone better than me. and, awesome dude that i am, i'm awesome enough to admit it, not just in private, but right here on this blog for the whole world to see.

i'll give one specific example/admission, and leave the rest (there is indeed a rest, much rest. er, more. much more to the rest. you know what i mean) to the imagination: she's a better hiker than me. you all knew it, now you've heard it from my fingers to your eyes.

fer chrissakes, she's hiked whitney. what have i done? the diamond-lake-there-and-back. someday i may peak whitney, too, but she did it first, and she was carrying a marine on her back at the time. that's better than me.

keep on being better than me, that's the way i like you.