Today I write a letter to my nemesis. As part of Day 2 of Summer Camp, IGGPPC is hosting a letter writing workshop with the creative purpose of penning a note to ‘your’ nemesis. They suggest taking on the identity of “the Joker trying to explain his motivations to Batman” or “Snow-White telling the Evil Queen she wants to forgive her”. What fun ideas! However, for me, transforming into one of these characters seems like a missed opportunity… a missed opportunity to write a letter to my real life nemesis.
I know what you’re thinking: “You have a real life nemesis?” To that I say, of course I do! My personality type is basically Super Villain. But seriously, it’s mainly a joke. It’s not like I do things to thwart him or encourage his failure; on the contrary, I’m actually really helpful. So much so that he now comes to me with all of his questions. After all, I like to think of myself as a purveyor of positivity who leaves people’s lives better than I found them. But at the same time we are constantly vying for the same positions & projects, being at the same level but with different supervisors. It’s created a healthy rivalry… if only in my head. So without further ado… My Letter to My Nemesis…
Note: Names & details have been changed to protect the identity of the “innocent”. It’s not like he reads this blog… I don’t think… how has he found me???… but just in case ? Obviously changing the details means I’ve now set our lives in mystical medieval times…think Camelot or Westeros. Probably Westeros, since we’re getting all nemesis-y.
The 14th Day of August
The Court of King Brandon
Dear Sir Gareth of the Grove,
I’m not sure you know it, but you are my nemesis.
Don’t take this as a threat. I know we can work things out; we just need to better understand each other. Open the lines of communication. When I last saw you, we were gathered with the other Knights about the round table discussing our assignments to serve the Kingdom. I don’t think you even realized that I was listening so intently to the plans being made for you, the mission you would be sent on. But it is hard not to, when they could be the very quests I was hoping for. It wouldn’t be the first time.
You see, we have been unknowingly pitted against each other from the start. Perhaps it’s easier for me to realize because I showed up at training first. I was already a Page when you arrived at Court. We progressed to the level of Squire simultaneously, although with different groups of Knights. Here is where I lost track of you for awhile. I was so busy serving my betters that there was no time for competition. I worked hard, hoping that my sacrifices would be noticed & rewarded. I believe you worked hard too, although I wasn’t there to observe your experience.
I know it is not your ‘fault’ that you received your Knighthood first. And I was happy for you that you did. It was just the means in which it was achieved. The Master of Arms made it happen, giving you the title before your time. I don’t believe you had a hand in the plot but I know the Knight Commander was not consulted. It was a blow to my ego, as I thought I would be the next. I had watched so many others be Knighted and I wanted it to be my turn.
Perhaps I am just extra sensitive. I have had disadvantages in my climb through the ranks. My gender. My naturally effervescent personality, that can come across as flighty. I am not the tough, threatening Knight people picture when they hear of tales of valor. But it does not mean I am not good at my job. I’m not sure what the opinion of the King is; I’m not sure our ruler concerns himself with thoughts of lowly Knights-in-Training like ourselves. He has bigger concerns, like ruling a country. But I know many of the Knights request me to be in their service. I know they picked me over all other Squires.
But what it all comes down to is that comparison is futile. One will never be truly happy if they spend their lives comparing themselves to others. We all do things in our own time, in our own way. So today I am laying down my sword, removing my helmet and offering a hand of truce. Let us not be nemeses any more.
Lady Kris of the Stony Plain
So what do you think fangirls, fanboys & campers? Am I doing the right thing letting my anger go? What about you… do you have a nemesis? Let me know in the comments!