I’m my wife’s favorite person, and she’s mine. I don’t understand the thing about pressure. I certainly don’t feel any. I mean, just because I’m her favorite doesn’t mean she doesn’t get annoyed with me, or sometimes completely pissed off. I’m not in a glass case.
Yeah, I think he is.
Our kid is a very close second, though.
I think that while any number of acquaintances are not unhappy when seeing me, the only person who might have me as their favorite is my mom. She and my pop have been together 40 years and certainly have an OK time, but I believe she considers me her best friend and I know she enjoys talking to me on a different level from my pop.
I saw something recently about a “rule of five”, that you should have five people in your life who you can count on and to whom you could talk about anything that’s bothering you. I was hard-pressed to come up with five, since even among the five I named, I could only talk to some of them about certain things.
I guess I don’t feel bad about all of this, since I have low self-esteem anyway so it only seems natural that no one would like me that much. Or no worse than I already feel.
In certain catagories, yes.[sup]1[/sup]
In the general sense, yes, temporarily, in the past.[sup]2[/sup]
1 - For instance, I just got a card from an old friend who basically just wanted me to know that I’m her favorite weirdo. And I’ve been told by other friends that I would be their favorite to engage in some certain type of behavior (don’t automatically jump to any conclusions, thank you very much).
2 - Favorite as in the main focus of attention. Doesn’t mean 100% attention/desire/love/whatever, but rather, being first on the short list.
I’ll tell my son, “You’re the best boy in the world!” He tells me, “You’re the best dad in the world!” Similar exchange with my wife–turns out she’s the best mom and wife in the world, and I’m the best husband.
Then I say, after this exchange, that I am dumbfounded by the odds. How could the three best in the world end up in the same family? My gosh, how lucky! Anyway, we all think the other two are the cat’s meow. It’s nice to know that when you’re out in the world, and others don’t value you quite the same way.
I was kinda confused. I mean, if everyone’s got a favorite person, wouldn’t most people be someone else’s favorite person?
Then I read this:
You favorite person hog!
(And yes: I’m pretty sure I’m my wife’s favorite, and vice versa).
Daniel
I’m definitely the favorite person of my rats. Whenever I walk in the room, even if they hear my voice, they immediately perk up and dash to the front of the cage, doing a little dance to vie for my attention like I’m some celebrity. When I offer them my hand they sieze it give me a grooming with little licks and nibbles. I feel pretty good about it. 
Even the cat doesn’t show this kind of excitement towards me.
Try holding one of the rats.
I’m 34 and single, and to my knowledge I am not anyone’s favorite person. For that matter, I don’t think I have a favorite person, myself – I have a best friend, and he and his family are among my favorite people, but there’s no clear favorite.
It doesn’t bother me. What does bother me – every now and then – is that I am no one’s best friend. My best friend’s best friend is his wife, and after her is the guy he’s been best friends with since kindergarten … I think I’m safely in third place, though. 
I had a mutual best-friendship until 2001, and sometimes I miss being someone’s best friend.
I’m not one to really have favorites: I can never answer questions about my favorite movie, tv show, band, etc. I like too much stuff.
I don’t have a single favorite person.
Nor am I anyone’s single favorite person.
But there are enough people (my parents, various relatives, some good friends) for whom I’m on a short enough short list to feel fine about myself.
I also know a bunch of little kids who think I’m the coolest grownup they know, as long as their parents are in a separate special category just for parents.
You guys sound really sweet.
I am the oldest child of the oldest child and until 14 years ago was my grandmothers absolute favorite grandchild of her multitude. (I fell out of favor when I adopted children across racial lines.) I miss her homemade pecan pies that came with the “favorite” status.
I am the favorite aunt of several of my nieces and nephew’s, both on my side of the family and my husbands. That’s a nice feeling 
I’m my parents LEAST favorite child.
… life goes on …
Well, we think so.
For the same reason you fell out of favor with your grandmother?
I shared this thread with a couple of lesbian friends of mine. They told me I was their favorite adult male. So I feel a bit better.
I know beyond a doubt that I’m my teen daughter’s favorite person. I’m pretty sure I’m my toddler daughter’s favorite person, but it could just be the whole “milk source” deal.
I am not my SO’s favorite person. I come in third after his son and daughter. And I’m perfectly okay with that. He falls around the same place after my two kids.
Hm. I’ve never thought of it.
An ex-g/f recently told me that I’m the only guy she’s ever loved, the only guy she ever will love, and that the biggest mistake in her life was not marrying me.
My ex-fiancée and I are best friends. She told me last week she really enjoys talking with me.
There are a lot of people who like me.
But am I anyone’s favourite? I don’t know.
I wouldn’t say I am the favorite, but I know I’m very high up there in a couple of people’s esteem. I have a favorite, both in friends and family, and they know it. I tell them often enough!
Yes. I am my own favorite person, by far.
I dunno. I think that if you back off the profundity of the way the question is worded, you’d get some different answers. Someone mentioned about “favorite” being pretty serious when you think about how singular it is. Obviously, when most people consider family, spouses, etc., they’d pick someone besides just a friend to be their “favorite”. Or, funny enough, around here…maybe not. We all have some interesting family. I just got done reading the thread about bad family stories.
It’s funny to me that this topic should come up today, seeing as how I JUST had this conversation with my husband the other night. We were talking about friends and people you’re close to. He’s lucky. He has two best friends that he can talk about just about anything with. They’re good people, too. I like 'em.
Me? I’ve had friends, but nobody has ever considered me their “best friend.” Mostly I feel as though I’m tolerated by most people, and I’m usually proven right sooner or later. I certainly don’t know anyone I could trust that much.
So, my husband is my best friend. Which is good. I don’t have anyone to talk about him with, but that’s ok. I’m fine keeping things in my head anyway.
I’m my wife’s favourite person. Well, I’m tied with our daughter.
I don’t understand why I should care if anyone else besides my wife and daughter think I’m their favourite person. It would be weird for anyone else to think that. Don’t they have their own families?