Let’s take a step back to prepare for a big step forward. I would like to challenge my OCD to ruminate over the brighter side of things for a change. Sure, you’re capable of flipping a moment and portraying the worst possible scenario. You’ve had your success in that and at one point you were so dominant. Let’s succeed at this one together. I can be the winner here as well as you can be the winner here – Winner Winner Chicken Dinner!
We’ve had our battles and we still fight against each other. I could teach a class on how to OCD your ass off because we’ve battled so often. What if we teamed up, fought together, side by side? With the same goal – WIN!
Winner Winner Chicken Dinner – Cooking Up the Proposal:
Hear me out, I know you’re listening too. I’m not saying that this is going to be easy. I’m not even asking you to make it easy either. Why should it when we both want greatness? You want it, I certainly want it, let’s bake shit happen.
I just feel like we’ve been going at it all wrong. I put so much effort into resisting you at all costs, but let’s face it, this system is broken. Even when I could resist, you would force your way to the forefront, rearing your ugly face. Then when I found out resisting only fed you more, I would find other ways to starve you. That made me stronger, yet we still fight.
I’m looking to do bigger and better things, but I have to be able to win here first. You, OCD, have stood in my way for too long. Whether I’ve given you that power or you’ve proven to be my arch nemesis. But I’ve also showed how strong I too can be in my recovery. You wanna keep fighting like this? Fine, I’ll show you I can continue to win.
Or, I take you for what you are instead – my greatest opponent. It’s a win-win. All the greats have that one person that challenged them to be better. To get by that one would etch ‘Greatness’. Magic and Bird, Brady and Manning, Tyson and Holyfield, Tiger and Phil, Federer and Nadal, and the list goes on.
I know you’re going to continue to make it tough while I fight, and fight, and fight on through recovery. But, I propose a challenge for you. With each challenge we face, celebrate my win with me and know you played a huge part in ‘Greatness’.
Winner Winner Chicken Dinner – What’s at Steak:
You’ve made me weak before, but what good am I weak? I want to take it for what you really are – my greatest challenge. You heard me correctly. That’s what you wanted to hear. You want the credit, the glory, the stats, the plaques, and above all, the acknowledgements.
It is success that is at stake (steak) here. As rare as it might be, as medium rare as it sounds, we can do this – together. At this point, I’m willing to use your strengths as an advantage. Your cleverness and persuasive approach in combination with my creativity. Don’t tell me we can’t do big things.
I know that’s what you’re used to, I know that’s kind of your thing – creating doubt… but listen. I can win and give you little to no credit. No credit I say. Is that what you want? You’ve pestered me for years, especially back when I knew little about you.
You definitely had the advantage as you knew all of my ticks, all of my fears. I understand you a little more each day and you hate it. Well… deal with it. My determination in recovery is real. It doesn’t have to be a focus against you but more of a focus for wanting better for me.
Winner Winner Chicken Dinner – Bread Winners:
You can’t blame me OCD. If I didn’t want wins, then you’d have no power from the jump. You’ve played off of my ambition. That’s why you chose me, that’s why you can get away with the bullshit. Or else I would’ve shaken you off a long time ago. I still want wins. The difference now is that I understand that a win against you is priority.
Like it or not, I need this win. You might not agree, or maybe you do agree. The previous you would never show it, but maybe there’s a new you. A new you that sees my potential, an opportunistic you who’s betting on me to just slay shit. Maybe you actually see now that I am done with allowing you to call the shots.
Here’s your chance. When I stand over you in victory will you take my hand and stand tall next to me? Will you turn foe to ally? Will you shed tears of joy with me knowing what all we’ve been through?
It’s either that, or you cower away silently, in defeat.
Players Play:
We’ve played it your way, you rule with a timid stick. Timid is not my jam. I’m ready to play, like play-play, really play. I’m betting on me now. Maybe I have you to thank for that already. You’ve made me stronger already, I’ll give you that. But your way has limits, oh does it have limits.
You’ve pushed and battered. All the signs of OCD put us on the same field together. For me to even be standing up to you now is a victory in itself. A victory you still try to rob of me. I get it, you play to win the game. I play too… to win.
On your marks…
Winners Win:
You’ve won for too long, and for what? Your wins are just losses, for both of us. My wins hit a goal.
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Championship Success:
Come on, lets go, let’s get this. Your not leading from the front anymore. You can provide your push from the back or sit there as I outrun you. You’ve helped produce a champ. As a more-than-formidable opponent, take my hand as an ally. Take my hand as the former champ. As the one who’s been fighting you for years, I know you still have fight in you. So you can fight with me, or…
Go!
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