Tonight, my husband and I just listened to the most interesting radio program about the psychology of winning a silver medal instead of gold at the Olympics.
Basically, researchers found that many runner-ups suffer a huge disappointment (more so than bronze winners even) and for the rest of their lives feel intense regret about being second best.
Well on that note, I just received some news that I was selected as a runner up in a writing contest I entered. Actually, I'm not even certain I placed second; I think I may even be third.
But details aside, I don't feel too disappointed yet. There's always a chance of a delayed reaction later tonight.
My story is about being an expatriate living in Okinawa. It will published and ready for viewing in April.
But until then, I remembered another story I wrote and placed as runner-up a few years back. (Uh oh, I guess I really am always first place among the losers)
This story was about living in Ocean Beach, San Diego. If any of you are familiar with this little community, you know it's a funky place.
Here is a link to that article "Flatulent Stuffed Animals in Ocean Beach" for you to enjoy. By the way, whoever formatted my story did a dreadful job- there's lots of typos and weird spacing. I really do know the difference between "the" and "die," I promise.