On Being A Chump

Let’s be honest with ourselves for a second.

I am a chump.
A chump off the street.

Yes, that is correct. You read it correctly. I, bcrdukes, am a colossal chump. I have no fear or shame in admitting this. Feel free to laugh and poke fun at me all you want, because truthfully, I am a chump.

A friend of mine (you know who you are) ended a discussion with the following:

yeah, but a chump ive known for years
hahahaha
plus i’m more of a chump
so it’s still chumping up for me

Truth to the matter is, we’re all chumps. The only difference is, what kind of chumps we are. You see, we come from all walks of life and our unique circumstances shape who we are; the type of chump we’ll be. The defining line is where we go from there, and how we become a different type of chump.

I’ve done many things in life, traveled to different places, owned a bunch of different cars, and have had a lot of amazing experiences. Some people out there don’t know me well enough, but have already formed less-than-stellar impressions or judgement of me. And that’s ok! Because I am, after all, just a chump. I mean, someone at work jumped out of their chair and literally pointed and laughed at me, calling me chump (for no real reason, by the way.) But ultimately, he was the real chump because people lost all respect for this one guy.

Does it bother me that he made fun of me (in real life?) It did at first, and it hurt. But after a while, I got over it and told myself, “You know what? I’m better than this.” And shrugged it off. All I can do now is laugh it off because really, when I think about it, it’s hard not to think of how stupid that moment was.

What I’m trying to say is, it doesn’t matter what we do and what we have. I treat and see my friends as all equals. Some of us may fly on private jets and helicopters on a regular basis (ahem, Jerry) and some of us take public transit. We’re still chumps regardless. But I think what’s more important are those who separate themselves from all the other chumps by setting themselves goals and pushing themselves to be better in any way, shape, and/or form. And so what if I owned a Porsche or BMW? It doesn’t mean anything. I am just riding a bike right now, right?

So there you have it. I am a chump. You are a chump. We’re all chumps in our own right. Just don’t be an asshole and be nice to people and celebrate their happiness and success.

Oh, and Lunch Is For Wimps.

And maybe one day my adopted White daughter will look Chinese, like Cassandra from High School USA.
cassandra