The Ghost Car Comparison


[Nerd alert! I’m about to nerd out on video game talk. Brace yourself.]

One of the top video games for a season was a racing game called Forza. In this game, you can race against what is called a “ghost car” which is the perfect version of the race you’re attempting.

I think about the ghost car often. Instead of enjoying playing a video game or excelling at a race, the vision of that stupid car would get into my head.

And for me, it’s the toxic idea behind comparison. I couldn’t stop comparing my current race to the perfect race of the AI in the game.

But you can’t just turn off the image of the ghost car. “Just stop thinking about it” is no way to proceed.

Dr. Peter Attia wrote a book exploring the practices of living longer. In one chapter, he talks about his emotional intelligence. He writes, “I began using these tools and strategies on a daily basis, forming an emotional health routine of sorts. My deep self-hatred and loathing still contaminated most of my thoughts and emotions.” But he eventually arrived at a better place because he compared his current day and emotional state to days a few years ago that were intolerable.

If you’ve ever tried to diet, one strategy that is often attempted but not adopted is to just stop eating. And this tactic rarely works. You have to navigate toward something that is healthier.

In other words, I can’t just stop comparing. I need to navigate toward a comparison practice that is manageable and governable.


Bad comparison:

Things should be perfect
Things should be like this guy on the socials
Things should be without problems 
It should be happening faster. (This one gets me, for sure)
To tell yourself that any comparison is bad
To attempt to just stop comparing
This author was already very successful at my age
This investor was already a multi-millionaire when he was my age
This professor has a best-selling book



Good comparison:

To the bad old days of the past
To the old me who struggled
To the days I was injured
To the days when I struggled with anger/shame/guilt/anxiety
To who I was in the past
To the things I can do during the day to make it better
To the things in my control (I can’t control the ghost car)



Do you struggle to cope with "the ghost car"? Is it just me?


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