compare – Bailey Dailey

No Comparison

February 11, 2020February 12, 2020 Bailey GunnLeave a comment

To use an overused metaphor, life is like a marathon.

It’s long, it’s grueling, and you’re surrounded by strangers.

But don’t worry, it’s not all bad – you’re also running.

But what you definitely shouldn’t do in life and in running a marathon is compare yourself to others.

You’re you. And there’s no one quite like you. So instead of falling down a hole of why is she running faster than me? why is he skinnier than me? am I falling behind? Trust that you are going on the journey that fits you. Trust that you are where you’re supposed to be. And trust, that everyone around you, for some reason or another, is cheering you on.

So, keep going. Don’t look back. And don’t compare yourself to others. Oh, and don’t trip.

Either/Or

May 11, 2016May 12, 2016 Bailey GunnLeave a comment

I’m sorry if I’ve already written on this subject (and maybe even titled it the same thing.) But that just happens. There’s some topics that seem to roll around in my head all day and I have to revisit them.

And what exactly rolls around in my head all day? The fact that we compare ourselves so much. We don’t have the same car, job, clothes, things as other people, and that somehow makes us lesser. Even personality. That person is funnier, nicer, and smarter than us, and we suddenly don’t measure up in any other category as well. It’s as if the brighter someone else’s light is, the more we should dim our own.

But I’m here to tell you that that’s not true. That this life is not either/or. It’s very much “and.” You can be something and someone else can be something, and you can both be good. The difference is that you’re just…different.

So the next time that you feel the need to compare, remind yourself that there’s a lot of people on this earth. And somehow, we all have the right to exist in it, even though we’re not all the best at everything. But you’re not an ultimatum to someone. You’re a whole universe unto yourself.

Comparable

February 18, 2016February 19, 2016 Bailey GunnLeave a comment

How did you read the title of this blog post?

Did you read it as “compare-able”? As in, oranges and apples are not “compare-able” because they are obviously two different fruits, you knucklehead?

Or did you read it as “comprable”? As in, these M. Night Shyamalan movies are “comprable” because they both have terribly obvious “twist” endings.

I know, I know. The second pronunciation is correct, but for whatever reason, I say these words in different ways depending on my meaning. To me, “comprable” is something lesser. If something is “comprable,” you are compromising by choosing it. It’s like saying,
“I’ll have both if it makes you happy, but I’d really like the first one.” Whereas “compare-able” means something like, “Those two things are the same, and it doesn’t matter to me which one you pick.”

And quite literally, this is semantics…that I’ve made up in my head. There is some perceived distinction in wordplay within this word for me that isn’t there at all.

And yet, this word has completely ruled my life in an imaginary way. Until today.

Okay, here it is, plain and simple: I am a human, and so I compare myself to other humans. Not in a “why is she so rich and perfect and I’m not,” way. More like, “why am I so awkward, I just said “I’m good” when she didn’t say “how are you?” way. And so, I’m constantly wondering if people find me “compare-able,” as in someone similar to a person they have met before, but generally a dime a dozen, or if I am “comprable,” meaning that they could be hanging out with someone much cooler, but they’ve lost interest in their own life and they might as well compromise their best interests before they come to their senses.

But I realized something today: when you are truly yourself, when you are really who you are inside and out, you can’t be comparable or comparable. Because there is no one that will ever be exactly like you and you’re not compromising anything when you can be yourself.

And suddenly, the pressure was off. I didn’t have to think about being too this or too that. I could just be me, and there were no words to describe me, whether they had multiple pronunciations or not.

Because when you defy the boxes and labels that people try to put you in or on you, some members of the outside world become frightened or confused. But most people? They’re just dazzled that you have the confidence to be yourself. And they haven’t got any notion of what you were once or what you should be. You’re just you. And they’re speechless.