After nearly 26 years of marriage, my husband is my favorite human, and I am his. Few other people find us to be particularly wonderful, but we just knock each other out.
My mother has a total of five kids, I’m her favorite (she’s told me so.)
My grandparents have a total of ten grandchildren, I’m their favorite (they’ve told me so.)
One of my friends has told me I’m her favorite. Yay me!
Lots of people like me (I just kind of wrap up happiness in rice paper string) but no one likes me that much. I’ve tried, just a few to many months ago, to get into the whole “best friend” thing, but as usual that failed. But, whatev - I’m down, I dig.
Some people choose penny stocks, and endlessly fill their lives with bottomless, go-nowhere-but-go-fast, replaceable friendships. Others intially find several indicators to choose a friendship, but let it grow over several decades, picking one or two for life. A wise, but not exactly risky or profit driven, portfolio.
For me, I choose the middle ground. My friendships are mutual funds. I deversify. I dabble, I spread my assests over many options, I give my love in small amounts to everyone. The stockholders notice my presence, to a limited degree, and appreciate me as an investor, but would rather focus attention on those more into speculation.
Of course, I might not also have favorite people because I make extended Wall Street metaphors and apply them to everyday life.
Aw, jeez, now I feel bad. I opened this thread, because yes, I am my husband’s favourite person, and he is most definitely mine. The thread title had me excited, because when we first got married, I would curl up next to him at night and whisper: “You’re my favourite.” And he would always say, “You’re my favourite, too.” Now he says it all the time, when he gets home from work, when I greet him at the door: “Hey, sweetie. You know what? You’re my favourite. You know why?” And then proceeds to list all the things he likes about me. D’awww.
I’m sorry. If it helps, I’ve never been anyone’s favourite until I met my husband. Neither was he. But that was always okay with me - I didn’t want to be anyone’s favourite. That would have been a little weird, I think. I was several people’s favourite [fill in the blank], but I was never anyone’s favourite person ever in life.
I don’t think I’m any human’s favorite (yeah, the dogs think I’m the shit), but it doesn’t bother me.
My parents love me, but I assume they love each other just as much if not more. Likewise, I assume they love my two brothers as much me. In fact, since both my brothers have children now, I think they’ve pulled ahead of me in the “favorite” race (if there is one). Not that they love me any less, but I think they prefer to visit and do things with my brothers since that involves seeing the grandkids. They don’t get that with me.
I love my brothers, but I’d be disappointed if I were their favorite over their spouses or kids!
I have lots of good friends, but I assume their families are more important to them than I am. I know my family is more important to me than even my best friend.
I haven’t been seeing my boyfriend long enough and we’re not nearly serious enough to merit “favorite” status yet. I hope I’m his favorite person to date (I’d better be), but I don’t think I rank above family yet!
But, like I said, it really doesn’t bother me. None of my relationships are one sided. I love my family and friends and they love me just as much. Truth be told, I don’t have a favorite person myself. I couldn’t pick one of my brothers over the other, either of them over my mom, or my mom over my dad.
I think there’s a point being missed here. We’re all people (or most of us).
How about instead of trying to be a favorite person, be a favorite…
customer
tipper
waitress
friend
door holder open for strangers
stop in traffic and help another motorist person
bank teller
school teacher
Little steps. If you can’t do one thing all day that’s made another persons day better (or made it easier) then start thinking.