In the room

Conference room with chairs.

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There鈥檚 a song by Flight of the Concords called 鈥渢he most beautiful girl in the room鈥. The song is aimed at love songs lyrics which constantly refer to a hypothetical partner as the most attractive person in the whole wide world. Probably the most memorable line of the song is, 鈥淚f you were on the street, depending on the street, you鈥檇 definitely be in the top three.鈥

We commonly speak hyperbolically, saying things like, 鈥淭his is the best take-out joint鈥, 鈥淭his is the worst job鈥 or 鈥淵ou are the kindest person鈥 when none of these statements are very likely to be literally true. I suppose we鈥檙e just trying to find more inventive ways of saying 鈥淚 like this鈥 and 鈥淚 don鈥檛 like this鈥. I know there鈥檚 a degree of hyperbole to these statements, but I also think that we actually tend to overgeneralise our personal experience to the wider world.

I started thinking about how I apply this to myself. There鈥檚 things that I think I鈥檓 good at because I鈥檓 usually better at it than other people I come into contact with. I put a lot of my identity into this. I am good at writing and bad at maths, I tell myself. Except, even if I am the best at some particular thing in the room, I鈥檓 almost definitely not the best at it in the world.

I put so much of my identity into what I鈥檓 good at that it hurts to think that my being good at it is largely dependant on who I鈥檓 surrounded by. Like I said, I tell myself, 鈥淚鈥檓 good at writing and I鈥檓 bad at maths鈥 but if I went to a writer鈥檚 convention I might find that I am the worst at writing and the best at maths.

I found this at university to an extent. Everyone in the room was suddenly good at the same things that I was good at, so I didn鈥檛 really feel like the best in the room anymore. Identity-wise this has been strange because I have to remind myself that the room is not the world. I鈥檓 still good at these things, it鈥檚 just that everyone else is good at them too. I shouldn鈥檛 give up on what I鈥檓 good at just because it feels like everyone else is equally good at it.

I think the easiest way to frame it is that I should be less concerned with being the best, and more concerned with being my best.

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