My family is pretty close and every now and then we all get together to do something. Today, we went bowling. My cousin and siblings were on my team and my aunts and uncles and parents were on another team while others watched. I haven't been bowling in awhile, but I was pretty hopeful. After a few turns, quickly realized why we were using the bumpers that blocked the ball from going into the gutter.
My aunts gave me a few tips because apparently, everyone in my family is good at bowling except for me. I guess the gene skipped over me. I got better, but I still had the least score out of everyone. We played 3 games and my scores were 79, 103 and 84. Even though I kept on getting spares and fours or fives, I had a lot of fun. I'd laugh at myself and watch as the ball rolled and knocked down only half of the pins. I'm like this with a lot of things that I'm terrible about. My enthusiasm doesn't equal my level of talent for some things. Like running. I like running, I guess. Except when it gives me shin splints. But my average mile time is like, 13 minutes. This enthusiasm also gets my hopes up and tells me that I'm good at things when in reality, I just can't bowl well or run fast or remember all of the notes on the piano.
It's nice to have this unrealistic enthusiasm though. I guess that it's just another way of being optimistic. You can expect yourself to be good, but you lose. Then the next time you do something, you still expect to win. Maybe it drives me to get better at something. Probably not. I like the feeling of thinking that I'm going to win I guess. It's nice. I think that I deal with it better because I don't care if I win or lose at something.
DFTBA
maggie
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