I was checking out SuperJitan/Alan’s newest video (he is the brother of Paperlilies) and he was video responding to mememolly who asked, “are you anyone’s favourite person?”
Here’s his video:
Here’s mememolly’s link.
I hope I’m somebody’s favorite person. For a very long time I was absolutely certain I was nobody’s favorite person. Not one person on the planet even thought of me in a given day, I was 100% certain of that. And then I started blogging. And now I can think of a person or two who might consider me their favorite. Even in saying that I say it with caution, because being someone’s favorite in the universe is a very difficult task to pull off.
Do you believe you are anyone’s favorite person? If so, blog about it. Don’t have to say who, just talk about that person.
I know I’m not actually answering my own question. What can I say? Even if people were to tell me to my face or in my comments that I am their favorite person I’d have this sliver of doubt, say to them “surely [insert person in their life] is your favorite, not me.”
I’m agreeing with Alan, this is kinda depressing. I can think of someone who is *my* favorite, but trying to answer if I am someone else’s favorite is an impossible question. Doesn’t only that person know for sure?
Ok… here’s me problem with this concept… can you ONLY HAVE ONE favorite??? Or can you have multiple??? Its hard for me to say, “Yeah, just this one is my favorite…”
So can you have multiples???
Dawg, here’s my thought on that: Yes. Because I do. But also think of it like Best in Show. There’s your favorites in many categories, but who’s your ultimate overall favorite? The person who, if you could only take one person to an otherwise deserted island with you, you’d want tagging along?
Like you, I have my doubts that I’m anyone’s favorite person, but I hope I will be someday!
I saw a short film (I think by Miranda July) that asked this same question, and I found it really depressing.
You know, I don’t think that I’m anyone’s favorite.
But I’m really important to a lot of people - and that’s pretty cool.
Maybe I’m OK with it because I don’t know that I have anyone who is my One and Only Favorite in the world. You’re talking about people - and people are too different from one another to make an equal, across the board comparison and say “I like that one best”.
I think. :-)
I’m my own favorite.
Stef, you deserve that. (Being a favorite, not being depressed.)
Britt, that is a really good way of looking at it. It’s kinda selfish to hope you’re someone’s favorite anyway.
Avi, I think that’s perhaps the best, most logical answer. I’m working on being my favorite.
I think I am Jesus’ favorite person. He thinks I am super cool, and he likes me more than any of you guys.
Of course, Satan loves me too. Just ask Avitable. He’s close with Satan too.
Seriously, though, it’s interesting that you post this. I have been having these really weird dreams about all of my past friends and relationships. It’s super weird. I have been trying to find my best friend from high school for two years, and I can’t find her anywhere; not on any site (classmates), not on regular search engines… I thought I found her, but it was someone else. I am so bummed.
Last night, I dreamed about all of my high school friends. And I am still two years away from my 20 year reunion. OMG, 20 years. This dream has been recurring now for a week, but it’s different every time. I keep getting back with my old boyfriend.. I should have married him instead of that other bastard.
I am probably my parents’ favorite too. :-) My mother likes to have a favorite, and we switch, depending on her mood, and how much money we make. She’s a bitch, but she means well. To her, money is love.
People just love me. Actually, I am probably a number of peoples’ least favorite person. Every boss I have ever had hates me. Most of my previous coworkers are irritated by me. I am lucky to have had two close friends now for 11 years. That’s a major record for me.
My two cents…
Chelle
See… if I had to choose the “Best in Show” or the “Ultimate Overall Favorite”… then I could choose no one because ultimately it saying that there is one person ABOVE the others… which means they would be left behind if I and the other person went to a deserted island… and that’s just not the way I roll.
I don’t think it’s selfish to want to be someone’s favorite. I WANT that… in theory.
But then I think about the first obvious answer - my husband. And there’s a good argument I’m his “favorite”. But am I more important to him then his two kids? Would I WANT to be?
I don’t think so.
I have found that the people who are able to love you “best” are those who can love more than one person, in different ways, etc.
Dawg, yah…
Britt, ooooh. That last paragraph is very inciteful. I think I need to ponder that one for a long while.
Chelle, after all that I forgot to respond to your comment?!
I am really surprised by the number of people who said “that’s the person I should have married/been with for the rest of my life.”
I think parallel universes are taking over.
Yeah, and it’s not like he didn’t have his faults, but he and I were so compatible. He just wouldn’t get off the pot. He had to wait for someone else to be interested in me seriously before he realized what he wanted to do, and I couldn’t deal with that.
He still hasn’t been with anyone since me, or before me, and we are still friends. I tried to open the door again, but he didn’t bite, so it’s never gonna happen. It’s sad too.
Coulda, shoulda, woulda. I will be 35 in a few weeks, and I am getting older; biological clock and all. With no real prospects, it saddens me.
What saddens me more is that he can’t get over it and realize that he did want me, and it’s not too late. But, I am not sure I would want to be with me again…
Chelle
My 33-year-old infinite wisdom advice: Try harder. If he’s cleaned up and you really want to be with him then let him know it again. If it’s going to work out then it will; if not, then at least you gave it your best effort. …?
Problem is, the sex sux. This may sound trite and mean, but I wasn’t sure I could live the rest of my life with sex sucking so badly. I mean, it is a big part of my life. I guess if I were 65, it wouldn’t have been such a big deal, but at the time, I was 27, and there was no way in hell. And I did try. I tried very hard to teach him, to help him, but he is so repressed from his catholic upbringing… and I don’t mean that in a cliche way. He really is super-uptight because of his family’s religion… They just don’t talk about sex, and his mom died when he was a teenager… It took him six weeks just to kiss me. I was like, okay, you are the ONLY person in the world that I would wait for, because if you aren’t sleeping with me within the first five weeks, I am outta here. At 35, with the sexual peak (and yes, it does exist; I am dying!) there is NO WAY IN HELL I would wait months for a guy to figure out if he wants to have sex or not.
The other thing I have learned is that 2 in 20 men are any good in bed, no matter how much you try to teach them. I don’t know what is wrong with them. It’s like, god, would you just read a FRICKEN’ BOOK???? Or listen to me?????
Anyway, got off topic… Sorry…
Chelle
Oh, BTW… On the ratio of good men to bad men, you do the math. I have been with “a few good men”.
I truly am a whore. :-)
Chelle
And that’s when I knew I was not the Favorite