I cant believe he deludes himself in thinking that he’s good enough to be on ‘Dancing with the Stars’ one day. We started at the same time, per my discretion. I found it, said let’s go, and he followed, as always. Within 2 weeks, the teacher invited me to her advanced class. In another week, she invited him. He was not allowed to keep going, and he barely fought. I kept going, and did well. I continued in the advanced class for the next year and a half. He has yet to be in an advanced class for longer than 2 sessions. Twice he was invited, twice he wasn’t allowed, twice he didn’t fight. I’ve trained harder, longer, consistently. I pay attention to the techniques and look to more than just our first link to better my skill. Why does he think he’s as good as me? We both carried ourselves with confidence, but now… I have more skill. I have earned the title of being the best on campus. In this arena, I can walk, talk and behave with all the cockiness I want, knowing all the blood and sweat have been well spilled and well spent. I earned it. He decides he wants to do the same as me however… Where is the proof of his work, his dedication? He still fucken forgets his gear, for cryin out loud!! I wont say he isn’t good: he’s alright. But he’s resting on his laurels. He takes that bit and runs with it. He doesn’t realize that that bit will only get him so far. I’ve even passed him on those basics he’s still resting on. He can’t keep up with me in his favorite dance. If he doesn’t know more, how can he be another best? He has to realize that he isn’t as great as he thinks. That I am better suited to dance with someone closer to my size and skill. He’s got a lot of catching up to do and I wont help him ‘til he gets over himself. ____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Half of this is non-sequitor. I don’t care. I needed to get this out somehow. If you don’t get it, don’t ask. If you do get it, don’t tell. | 
