Several days ago I caught the short film by the same title on the Sundance Channel (or maybe it as on Logo, I’m not sure). It has haunted me since. I nearly cried when Mike White’s character, after answering “no” to the question then mentioned his girlfriend.
But this thread isn’t about the short. It’s about the question itself. And the fact that if I answer truthfully, the answer is"no, I’m not." It’s a rather depressing thought to realize that you’re 36, single, and that - excluding your own offspring - you probably would have always had to answer “no” even during a 7-year marriage and any other relationship you’ve been in before or since.
I know I can’t be alone in that condition. And for the most part, I’m okay with it. At least I was. But after seeing the film, it has continued to gnaw away at my morale and self-esteem. My acceptance of that condition has seriously eroded and I can feel a dark depression creeping up behind me.
So are you the favorite person of anybody? If not, how well do you accept that fact?
Hmmm…I don’t think I am…not to my kid, my husband, or my best friend. But I don’t think anyone really is. There are things people like about me and things they don’t. The “favorite person” for me, anyway, changes hourly. It depends on my mood and what I need to make me feel good at that particular minute.
I mean, if you’re not married. . .or in a VERY serious relationship why would you be someone’s favorite person?
Your friends have their own families who probably trump you. Your parents favorites are probably each other. Your siblings might be married or have friends that more “favorite” than you to them.
Anyway, I assume I am my wife’s favorite person. She’s mine.
Because it’s not necessary for it to be a romantic relationship. For many years during my early 20s, my favorite person wasn’t someone I was romantically involved with but rather one of my best friends. It’s more about trust, respect and just plain like than it is about love.
Not as far as I know. But that doesn’t bother me too much. I can’t think of a *single *instance of a favorite person in my life. There are lots of good friends, but no “favorite.”
I’m pretty sure that I am my first wife’s favourite person. She tells me as much, we get together regularly although it is difficult for her and I often act like a real dickhead but we keep on going.
For those who say you are not your spouse’s favorite person - why not? And is it because they have a different favorite person? Who would that be?
THE best thing about pet ownership is being the “favorite person” of your pet. I know I am crossing the “YOUR PETS ARE NOT YOUR KIDS!” mantra but…stuff it. My dog thinks I’m the shit and it’s a wonderful feeling.
I don’t think I’m anybody’s favorite person. I know I’m my brothers’ favorite sister and my mothers’ favorite daughter but that’s easy, lack of competition and all. I’m also my grandparents’ favorite dark-haired granddaughter (my female cousin is a redhead). And I better be my nephew’s favorite godmother
I don’t have a favorite person, but I do have a favorite SIL, a favorite little brother, a favorite middle brother, a favorite Mom…