My tendency is to be competitive with myself. I've always wanted to be the best person I can be. To do everything better than I did it the last time around. I have since identified that kind of thinking as potentially life-denying and unhealthy. I'm not hard on myself the way I used to be anymore. I kinda like making mistakes and being non-optimized.
I used to think I was exempt from stereotypically competitive impulses against others. Consciously, I would rather a cooperative approach to almost any activity. I've since realized that I might just make the most competitive move of all by not even engaging with other people on that level. You can't beat me if I'm not playing the game!
I have never competed for a guy but I suspect any chica trying to get with my man would need a good deal of luck. I don't put up with any kind of line crossing from other women when it comes to my relationships. Though, I don't regard that as competition. (It's not a competition if someone is interested in my BF and he's not interested and choosing to be with me, is it). Wouldn't be in a relationship with anyone who tried to play me off against other women.
Some political philosophers say competitiveness is the key to industriousness.
But at some point it gets to the point of being a hamster on a running wheel, running faster & faster for that invisible morsel of cheese perched ever before you. The cheese of happiness, cheese of sublimity: not gonna happen.
Think of all the crazed workaholics around today, filtering thru the cities, rummaging the subways & hiding electric gold under the Federal Reserve, bragging about how much they can work. Then realize they probably work 20-40% less than the average 10 year old English street-kid in the 19th century.
It's literally impossible for me to imagine being competitive about any sort of job I could ever have.
But when it comes to something I care about, I often love competing. Nothing feels better than doing something nobody's ever done before. & doing it better than anyone else could.
But even that can lead to a dead end.
Competition is a spice. Competition is one of the 96 colors in the Crayola crayons crayon box, fuschia.
Competition is fuschia, magenta, & cinnamon.
"Man is free, but his freedom ceases when he has no faith in it."
I play a lot of competitive games and I get really pissed when I lose. I think a lot of people would call me competitive, but that would only be sort of true. I'm competitive in the sense that I HATE feeling incompetent. That bitterness that comes with losing is actually a just me thinking that I'm not good enough, that I'm not special, that I will never be that guy. You know, type 4 stuff. I don't usually feel compelled to smash someone else to the ground just to feel superior.
Chimera of Filth
A gruesome beast with dripping flesh
Clings to me as a sick fixture
My throbbing heart it gnawed apart
It stalks and hunts me through mirrors
No, I'm not competitive at all. My drive comes from attempting to prove something to myself, and also trying to shake up whatever assumptions others put on me. I have asserted wins in certain small competitions in life, not because I'm competitive, but because people mistake my uncompetitiveness for being incapable, and I resent it.