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Lowering My Standardsby Jack Handey
October 22, 2001 Print E-Mail Single Page Keywords
As you may have heard, I have very high standards. When people see me do something, they often shake their heads in disbelief. That's how high my standards are.
But lately I've been wondering if maybe they're not too high. Am I pushing myself too hard? Do I always have to be the one that everybody looks up to? Are my high standards hurting my happiness and things like that?
Why, for instance, do I always have to be the first one to show up at a party and the last one to leave? And, while I'm at the party, is it really so important that I tell the dirtiest joke? A lot of times, I'm the only one telling a dirty joke, so it's not even that big an accomplishment. And, if someone else does tell a dirty joke, why do I feel compelled to tell one that is even dirtier and more graphic? Just so I can be No. 1?
Why do I sometimes feel like I should get "a job," or do some kind of "work"? Does thinking about maybe getting a job make me better than other people? Am I worried that if I quit borrowing money from my friends they'll think I'm stuck-up?
Why do I have to be the honest one? Do people really want you to be that honest about how old they look or how big their breasts are?
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