Proud to Be a Loser; Happy to Be a Sucker
I try not to be one to toot my own horn (which is one of the things that makes me a loser), but I am proudly saying today that I am a loser. I'm not talking Weight Watchers loser (that would be nice, but...). I'm talking loser loser.
I can proudly say that I come from a long line of losers. My ancestors fought in the Revolutionary and Civil Wars. My relatives served in the military. I so love these losers that I named my son after one of them. (Guess that makes my son a loser too.) I don't like to talk about politics (does anyone these days?), but I admire some losers who were/are Republicans and Democrats (you could probably thrown in some Whigs and Federalists in there too).
I am a loser because I don't have much money. I have enough to get by (for the most part), survive and sometimes even thrive. But I don't have trillions or even billions. (Is millions even worth mentioning?) I write this blog but don't have thousands of readers (or even hundreds). I'm a loser because I'm okay with that. I don't have hundreds of friends. (Plus most of my friends are losers like myself, although I don't know if they are aware of it and I can't say if they are proud of it like I am.) I don't trend on Instagram. I'm not re-tweeted. I barely know what Tik Tok is. I have no celebrity "friends" or even acquaintances. (Do I?) I am average. I am ordinary. I am a loser and proud of it.
I'm happy to be a sucker. Being a sucker often brings me joy. (I won't lie and say it ALWAYS brings me joy because it doesn't. I may be a loser and a sucker, but I try NOT to be a liar.) Part of being a sucker is not bragging about the fact, but I'm making an exception here (or at least partially) to tell you some of the sucker things I regularly do (and have done.)
This sucker is a walker. Furthermore, when I walk I greet everyone I meet. No matter what time of day (or night it is) I offer a hello or a wave. Even if they don't give me a greeting back. If I am in a situation where I am not wearing a mask (yes, this sucker follow guidelines and wears a mask just like Elmo and Dr. Fauci), I smile. And I don't expect anything in return. Sucker!
I donate to my local food bank. I donate pretty regularly. I give items I could use myself and not just food. Furthermore, I have donated money to charitable organizations. I get nothing tangible in return. (Well sometimes they send me stickers.)What a sucker.
I have filled the pulpit in my church several times. (I'm not vain enough to say that I preach.) I haven't asked for payment nor have they offered. I'm giving away my "service" for free. I would do so and have done so for other organizations that I believe in. I "work" in a church thrift shop; I've worked in a food pantry kitchen. I get no monetary compensation. I am a complete and total sucker.
What I am is happy. Not all the time, but mostly being a "sucker" makes me happy. I feel good. I enjoy what I am doing even though there is no financial gain. (And we can all use financial game.)
You can call me a loser or a sucker. I really don't care. You can call my friends and relatives losers and suckers; I don't know how they feel about it, but I don't care and I love them no matter what someone else might "brand" them.
Loser. Sucker. This is me. And while I would like to change some things in my life, I don't and I won't change who I really am. Call me what you will. I am me; and I am proud of that and happy for it.
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