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Sunday, March 16, 2008
Lessons on Being a Spoilsport!
Orig. written: Wednesday, August 29, 2007
When I was uhm a child, :D I was so into everything - physical games, dancing, biking and basketball even though I terribly suck at it. And I don't say no to challenges and lately just assessed that I might be a little competitive then (and even now). LOL!
However, when I reached high school, and when consciousness about myself and other people started, I have retreated into a shell and became a homebuddy and that's when I started being a voracious reader. I seldom participate in games anymore and have opted to be a spectator than a participant.
On our first year in college, we had our class Christmas party in a beach resort. The organizers had started some games and there is this one particular game where the "it" had to chase the participants around and shower them with flour. So they asked everyone who would like to join and I declined of course and I said I'd just watch.
And so the game begins. Those handful of us watching were laughing so hard because the "it" was running and running for several minutes already but cannot reach any one. And what she did next surprised everyone. She ran to me and throw the whole plastic of flour at me. I looked like a white lady coz it's all in my hear, my face and all over my clothes. And I got angry and told her "I told you that I don't want to join!" And I stomped angrily into the cottage we rented.
It was a good thing I brought clothes with me because we intended to swim at first since it was a resort but I changed my mind while I was there. The one who did it to me is my friend and she apologized to me and she told me she thought I would not get angry after all, we're all just having fun.
She just indirectly told me I was a killjoy and aftewards, when I have thought about it much, I felt so ashamed of myself. Indeed, it was just for fun and I was such a spoilsport.
And from then on, I have avoided being a spoilsport in everything and have learned to enjoy and make fun of myself sometimes too. :D
It was one very unforgettable lesson for me.
When I was uhm a child, :D I was so into everything - physical games, dancing, biking and basketball even though I terribly suck at it. And I don't say no to challenges and lately just assessed that I might be a little competitive then (and even now). LOL!
However, when I reached high school, and when consciousness about myself and other people started, I have retreated into a shell and became a homebuddy and that's when I started being a voracious reader. I seldom participate in games anymore and have opted to be a spectator than a participant.
On our first year in college, we had our class Christmas party in a beach resort. The organizers had started some games and there is this one particular game where the "it" had to chase the participants around and shower them with flour. So they asked everyone who would like to join and I declined of course and I said I'd just watch.
And so the game begins. Those handful of us watching were laughing so hard because the "it" was running and running for several minutes already but cannot reach any one. And what she did next surprised everyone. She ran to me and throw the whole plastic of flour at me. I looked like a white lady coz it's all in my hear, my face and all over my clothes. And I got angry and told her "I told you that I don't want to join!" And I stomped angrily into the cottage we rented.
It was a good thing I brought clothes with me because we intended to swim at first since it was a resort but I changed my mind while I was there. The one who did it to me is my friend and she apologized to me and she told me she thought I would not get angry after all, we're all just having fun.
She just indirectly told me I was a killjoy and aftewards, when I have thought about it much, I felt so ashamed of myself. Indeed, it was just for fun and I was such a spoilsport.
And from then on, I have avoided being a spoilsport in everything and have learned to enjoy and make fun of myself sometimes too. :D
It was one very unforgettable lesson for me.
Labels: life lessons, spoilsport
posted by Sharon J. E. at 11:41 AM
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