Because of various interactions I had in the past 24 hours with multiple individuals, I have developed conflicted feelings over what I believe is massive misuse of the term "best." Last night a bunch of girls absolutely nauseated me with their one-sided conversation about how everything they have or have done is the "best." They have the best doctor, the best hospital (girl is pregnant), best wedding photographer, best wedding venue (other girl is getting married). This came on the heals of a different back-and-forth discussion I had about my identification of a few of my friendships as "bests." Indeed, I, too, may be seen to overuse (dare I say "misuse") the term "best." After all, I will absolutely say to anyone who will listen that I believe I have the best niece of all time.
Miss O projectile vomited minutes after this picture. I know I have vomit on me somewhere because I can still smell it, strongly, as I am typing this post hours after the event. I still love her and think she's the best.
I suppose what has gotten me bothered is the specific connotation of each person's use of the word "best." The girls from last night, I think, were just being nasty. They wanted me to know they had something that was better than what I had. (I am not an idiot and I pick up on this kind of attitude very quickly.) You know.. nasty girls (and guys) with a superiority complex. My mom, however, would likely say those girls were insecure. I think the personality types go hand-in-hand, although I am not a psychologist. Obviously. In any event, I sometimes get defensive to those types of declarations. (Because I have nothing better going on in my life at the moment to just laugh and these comments go. This is a sign my work has slowed down and my personal life is blissfully content. This girl loves a little drama.) Those girls clearly didn't consider my wedding photographer. And seriously, I wouldn't have my temperature taken at the hospital in which this girl is choosing to have her baby. (Oh watch out, don't make me get nasty in return.)
But on the more positive side, there is another person I know who describes every experience as the best. Amazing! Incredible, this person will say. (At least one person reading this must know who I am talking about.) But these specific declarations makes me smile. Every. Single. Time. I feel within my bones that this person's declarations of "best!" are an outward expression of joy. Sharing the find, but not imposing the opinion.
I'm not sure I am making the difference between the two "best" usages as clear as I have it in my mind. But my point is, when I, personally, declare something as "best" or "most amazing" I obviously do not mean this to be a final, world-wide declaration of whatever category it is I am talking about. Just because I have a "best" niece, doesn't mean your niece also isn't a "best." She's just best for me. And anyone who knows of her... but that's getting carried away. And I would never try to be nauseating about my use of the word best. Nor would I try to diminish the value of "best" in my life. I'm just trying to share my excitement about a treasure I think I have found. Whether it be restaurants, hotels or friends. All treasures; all "bests" in my life. If I didn't consider them "bests" I would not hold them close in my life. I give only my best (some my disagree, but whatever) and I keep only my best. I consider all "bests" a best for various reasons - each reason being different - but the "best" remaining of equal significance across each factor in my life.
And just when I started to realize I had dwelled too much on this topic, (that's what husbands are good for, right?), I learned of some news that snapped me right out of this silly train of thought. (Because honestly, this is a silly topic of conversation.)
A man that I know was received into God's kingdom today. He was one of the best men I had met in my life.
It was time to hang these crosses up today. The larger one a 30th birthday present from one of the best friends a girl could ever hope for. The other a wedding gift from one of the best families in my and Sean's life.
I will not disclose this man's name for the sake of privacy and respect for his family. I only spent time with him for one weekend, but I know he was an amazing family man who raised beautiful and kind children. He gave his best until he had nothing left to give on this Earth. What more could you hope for in your life? What more can be expected of a person? He truly was one of the best. And he will be missed. But his life's significance will not be lost upon those he leaves behind.
And with this, friends, I will simply leave you with the thought that I truly hope you all have many "bests" in your life.
**As a disclaimer... this post does not represent the entirety of my thoughts on this subject. This post was written in a matter of a few minutes without much thought on the selection of the words I have used. This post likely has not even been proofread. I could have more to say on the subject and may even deviate a bit in my thoughts later on if warranted. But I never mean to offend anyone and only am trying to share, inspire and cause a laugh. But indeed, this is the general gist of what I am feeling at this exact moment. **