The Loser In All Of Us

All of us has a bit of loser within. After watching Little Miss Sunshine for the upteenth time I have realized that everyone is a loser. Take me for example. In high school I was a band nerd and a choir geek, in the Drama Club, my favorite past times were going to either a hole-in-the-wall coffee shop or spending a day in a Barnes and Noble armchair with a stack of books. I also was on the dance team, well-liked, went to prom with my boyfriend, Mr. Popular, and had lots of friends. Everyone is a Loser. I think my brother is a loser, my parents are losers, my teachers and professors are all losers, my co-workers are losers, the president is a loser, the my friends are losers, and all the doctors at the hospital down the street are losers. I think those that think they are better than others are the biggest losers of all. They are the least liked, the most unhappy, and usually, the most lonely. I strongly believe that those who have failed the most and have nothing to show for themselves but themselves are the biggest winners. Those few people are kind, generous, and humble for they know they are losers, but they too know that they are happy with whatever they may have acquired in their quaint lives and therefore they are the true winners. Everyone is a loser. From the lawyer with the button collection, the rocker that listens to classical music, the teacher that works at Wal-Mart part-time, the doctor that will drive hundreds of miles for a Star Wars convention, to the football jock that wants to study art. All of us, no matter how successful, how beautiful, how intelligent, nor nerdy, geekish, or complete failure, we are all losers. I guess that also in a way, if someone is able to acknowledge these moments of "loser" in our lives, then we would be able to call ourselves winners. But only after we can accept being losers can we call ourselves this. Until then, we are what we are: Losers.